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MISCBLLA? EOUS POB]ttS. 187 THE UNTUNED HEART. NAY, do not wake the lyre again ! For to a heart, unstrung as mine, The softest, sweetest notes, in vain, Their wi/ching melody combine. The pulse of Joy, to lively toues, In ?smreless ecstasy, may bound, While Mirth the kimbed uunsum owm, And trips the gay, fantostia romid. To tender nnmbe? Love may- me]t, To !oRy sinfins may Courage ?; And, oh, how o?t has Sorrow dwelt, Eno2nour'd, onthe pensive lyre ! To all, save me? thy skill divine .Some touch respo?ive, my afford, But to a heart, unstrung as mine, All music owns no aM. wering chord. ......... ?Google
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