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"Yes, I will take the silvery lute—and I will sing to thee A song we heard in childhood's days, ev'n from our father's knee. Oh sister! sister! are these notes amid forgotten things? Do they not linger as in love, on the familiar strings? Seems not our sainted mother's voice to murmur in the strain, Kind sister! gentlest Leonor! say shall it plead in vain?"

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