60 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
But, in adversity's dark hour, 
When glory is gone by, 
It then exerts its gentle power 
The scene to beautify. 
Barton. 
An emblem true thou art 
Of love's enduring lustre, given 
To cheer a lonely heart. 
Id. 
And our friend Moir (Delta of Blackwood's 
Magazine) pays this feeling tribute to the Wall- 
flower. 
The Wallflower, the Wallflower ! 
How beautiful it blooms! 
It gleams above the ruined tower, 
Like sunlight over tombs ; 
It sheds a halo of repose 
Around the wrecks of time ; 
To beauty give the flaunting rose— 
The Wallflower is sublime. 
Flower of the solitary place! 
Gray Ruin's golden crown, 
That lendest melancholy grace 
To haunts of old Renown : 
Thou mantlest o'er the battlement, 
By strife or storm decay'd ; 
And fillest up each envious rent 
Time's canker tooth hath made. 
