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THE BROKEN LYRE AND THE KEY.
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Though humble my strains, if they cheer one sad heart,
If to one stricken spirit they comfort impart,
I ne'er shall regret that I mended the lyre,
Which I broke yester-eve by our old-fashioned fire.