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MY LYRE.
 
 
 
 
 
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MY LYRE.

Columbia call'd—to arms her heroes sprung,
I felt the impulse, and of glory sung;
Swept o'er the chords, assumed a loftier lay,
And venturous dared with bolder hand to play.