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III.
“Kind grandam mine, dear grandam mine, as thou dost love me well,I pray thee by thy love to me, forthwith thy counsel tell;
Or else this weary heart will break, its strings will break with woe,
And to the grave at once I'll pass, and lie the green sod below.”
“This had not been,” his grandam said, “had'st thou my bidding done;
But weep no more, dear child of mine, the harp shall be thine own.
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Beneath its stroke no sound is heard, it falls like white snow-flake.”
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