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Literary Gazette, 26th January, 1822, Page60
SONG.
There were sweet sounds waked from my harp;
But see, its strings are broken.
Alas! that touch so sweet should leave
So sad a token.
My harp and heart are both alike,
Their music is departed;
The joy of song is gone from one
So broken hearted.
Love has past o'er my harp
Like unto summer thunder.
And all the beauteous chords of hope
Are rent asunder! L. E. L.
