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Thy battle fields where heroes brave Met foot to foot with spear and glaive Thy other spots that tell of yore, Hallow' d by legendary lore, Should, as my skill their forms could trace, Upon my canvas find a place. But since the harp through every scene Of life to me hath solace been, Why may not I in earnest strain Attempt to wake its notes again.