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 4. Let him, who from thy neck unbound The chain which shiver'd in his grasp, Who saw that lute refuse to sound, Restring the chords, renew the clasp.

5. When thou wert chang'd, they alter'd too; The chain is broke, the music mute: 'Tis past—to them and thee adieu— False heart, frail chain, and silent lute.