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BROKEN CHORDS.
"He who feeds on nought but sweets
Has but feeble being ;
He who knows but bitter meats
Loses power of seeing.
Tis our part to rectify,
Raise the low and brace the high." —
Thus the herb doth softly sigh.
All the breezes, passing by,
Wave their wings, agreeing.
