Commemorative Feelings, or Miscellaneous Poems.

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Title
Commemorative Feelings, or Miscellaneous Poems.
Author
Walker, Mrs. Spencer.
Publication
London,: White, Cochrane, and Co.
1812
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Page 40

[ROSE LEAVES]

ON seeing a profusion of rose leaves, it occurred to the
Author's fancy, that by filling pillows with flowers, their
influence might extend according to their different vir‐
tues, real or fictitious, either to the heart or imagina‐
tion of the person who reposed on them.
THE wearied warrior from the fight Retires, and oft at closing night, Reckless of her who wears the willow, Makes of his faithful shield a pillow.
The sea‐boy, when the storm blows loud, A shelter finds beneath the shroud, Yet haply sinks into the billow Ere he has known a softer pillow.
But here we offer to your view Charms, through each coming night, still new; For every wearied head a pillow Where threats no sword, nor stormy billow.

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Here Sorrow sleeps, and softly breathes, Encircled in Lethean wreaths; Nor dreams of shades o'erhung with willow, For soothing poppies grace her pillow.
Here anxious Love shall gently rest, And feeling hearts, in visions blest, Untost by Passions' stormy billow, Of thornless roses find a pillow.
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