TI1E SCARLET POPPY. 
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ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
0 thott, from whose rank breath nor sea can save, 
Nor sacred virtue, nor the powerless grave ! 
Felon unwhipp’d ! thou whom, in yonder cells 
Full many a groaning wretch less guilty dwells; 
Blush, if of honest blood a drop remains, 
To steal its lonely way along thy veins; 
Blush, if the blush, long harden’d on thy cheek. 
Has left one spot, where that poor drop can speak. 
Sprague. 
