Nor the human harp the tones that once were all its own;
But quivering on its strings, there ever will be found
An echo-tone of memory—an unforgotten sound—
And though the chords be broken—its glad music at an end,
With its murmured melody, a strain of other years will blend!
FOR AND AGAINST.
FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE LATE
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WALTER HERRIES, ESQ.