From the Boston Courier 1
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BY HANS WON sPlRGKL. am lover of all wOmankiBd,

 And maidens old are not old maids to me, Though beauty fees. there still rcinains the mind And mind Is surely better company What tho The harp he new and trimmed with gold Does sweeter music trenble in it's tone, Than when the gaudy polish has grown old, And naught Is len but sweet accord Alonef Or Is the gem held in less high esteem Because the casket is detnced by timef woman's mind priceless gem I deem Her heart a harp that music yields sublime. Ne wonder that years hide not from me The jewels glow-ihe harp's sweet melody.