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TO 
THE MAIDENS OP Bp1' t Kit- 
• Swikts to tii Swim," the Prince of Den¬ 
mark said, 
When on Ophelia’s grave he scattered Flowers: 
“ Swebts to the SwssT,”- this book is offered 
To you, fair Blossoms of our Northern Bowers! 
Be yours no grief that inwardly devours; 
No weeping over joys for ever fled. 
Nor hopes deferred, that sap the vital powers. 
Until the grave becomes a welcome bed. 
