Soothing she answered him-"Assuage,
155 Mine honored friend, the fears of age;
All melodies to thee are known,
That harp has rung, or pipe has blown,
In Lowland vale or Highland glen,
From Tweed to Spey-what marvel, then,note
160 At times, unbidden notes should rise,
Confusedly bound in memory's ties,
Entangling, as they rus
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