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TO 
THE MAIDENS OF BRITAIN, 
“ Swe ets to thb Sweet,” the Prince of Den** 
mark said. 
When on Ophelia’s grave he scattered Flowers: 
u Sweets to the Sweet,”— 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. 
