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THE POPPY, by                    
First Line: Light weed, whose poisoned scent with sickly power
Last Line: And with thy balm assuage the fevered brain.
Subject(s): Poppies


Light weed, whose poisoned scent with sickly power
Bears on the nerves which seek the morning air,
As thou, dire poppy, thy sleek head dost rear
Amid the yellow corn, thou fatal flower!
To soothe the sorrows of the midnight hour
The children of distress to thee repair,
But ah! too oft do wretched mortals dare
Through thee to flee from life which cares devour.
The coward mind, which shrinks beneath its woes,
Seeks in thy juice a cure for worldly grief,
But oh! how impotent the sad relief,
Which bids the guilty victim's tomb unclose!
Yet thou canst mitigate disease's pain,
And with thy balm assuage the fevered brain.





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