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Accompanying a piece of Macrame lace sent by a young lady to a Harvard Sophomore.

'T IS said sweet maids of twenty-three

With care have naught to do;

But know that one has this much care,

She cares, dear youth, for you.

This macrame, sweet Will, for you

With greatest care I've done;

'T will symbolize the parson's knot

That ought to make us one.

In knotty problems I excel.

Beware! you've cause for fear!

Some luckless youth I vow to trap

Ere passeth this leap-year.