Maxioms by Mary A. Barr
I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed!
The flower of Mercy! that within its heart
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I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed!
The flower of Mercy! that within its heart
Doth keep "a drop serene" for human need,
A drowsy balm for every bitter smart.
For happy hours the Rose will idly blow--
The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe.