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Soul-soothing plant! that can such blessings give,
By thee the mourner bears to live!
By thee the hopeless die!
Oh! ever "friendly to despair,"
Might Sorrow's pallid votary dare,
Without a crime, that remedy implore,
Which bids the spirit from its bondage fly,
I'd court thy palliative aid no more;
No more I'd sue that thou shouldst shed,
A transient calm around my aching head,
But rather would conjure thee to impart
Thy sovereign balsam for a broken heart;
And by thy dear Lethean power,
(Inestimable flower)
Burst these terrestrial bonds, and other regions try.
