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THE WALL-FLOWER. 



And well the lonely infant knew 



Recesses where the Wall-flower grew, 



And honey-suckle loved to crawl 



Up the low crag and ruin'd wall ; 



I deem'd such nooks the sweetest shade, 



The sun in all his round survey'd, 



And still I thought that shattered tower, 



The mightiest work of human power. J- 



WALTER SCOTT. Wji 



