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She placed the loveliest on her breast, 

 And in a basket heaped the rest, 

 By chance she passed me by. 



" Enough, enough !" Sir Tulip cries, 

 " Be wise, brave Larkspur, yield the prize ; 

 x A word before we part ; 

 Value not what a lady says, 

 Whom her words slight, or whom they praise. 

 Her actions speak her heart." 



THE WALL-FLOWER. 



BY WALTER SCOTT. 



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 surveyed, 

 And still I thought that shattered tower, 

 The mightiest work of human power. 

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