THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
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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, 
(i Be wise, brave Larkspur, yield the prize ; 
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-spckle 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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