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Exhilaration -- is within --
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand

The Soul achieves -- Herself --
To drink -- or set away
For Visitor -- Or Sacrament --
'Tis not of Holiday

To stimulate a Man
Who hath the Ample Rhine
Within his Closet -- Best you can
Exhale in offering.

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