THE ROSEMARY. 
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lie only recorded the popular feelings or tra¬ 
ditions of his day, being, of course, satisfied 
of their truth, or poetic fitness. 
ILLUSTRATION OP THE SENTIMENT. 
Sweet-scented flower! who art wont to bloom, 
On January’s frost severe. 
And o’er the wintry desert drear 
To waft thy waste perfume! 
Come, thou slialt form my nosegay now. 
And I will bind thee round my brow; 
And, as I twine the mournful wreath, 
I’ll weave a melancholy song; 
And sweet the strain shall be and long— 
The melody of death. 
Come funeral flower! who lovest to dwell 
With the pale corse, in lonely tomb, 
And throw across the desert gloom 
A sweet decaying smell! 
Come, press my lips, and lie with me 
Beneath the lovely alder tree; 
And we will sleep a pleasant sleep, 
And not a care shall dare intrude, 
To break the marble solitude, 
So peaceful and so deep. 
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