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 ANY maidens, many minds ; He that finds one, seldom binds. I will never choose my wife as one of many. But the maid who stands alone, And in solitude has grown, Such a one I wed, if, truly, I wed any." So the stalwart youth did pass, Treading down the tender grass, While a maiden in the group looked shyly after. Gentle gaze he could not see, But the breezes, wickedly, Came behind him with the sound of girlish laughter. " How the mope doth glow'r and grope ! " Said a damsel, who had hope That the glow'ring and the groping were a token, Not of love she might return, But of love that she would spurn, When the manly honest words were once out-spoken.