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Stock-Gilly Flower. — ‘ Always the Same * 
There is something grateful to one’s feelings in the sentiment 
ascribed to this simple flower, that always renders it the favorite 
in a bouquet. 
I change not, I change not, no gay bird am I, 
To warble all summer beneath a bright sky; 
Then fly off when Autumn her chill breezes brings, 
To darken my plumage, and ruffle my wings. 
I change not, I change not, no light heart is mine, 
To put forth its tendrils, a soft pliant vine, 
Which clings to each object alike that is near, 
Embracing all friendships as equally dear. 
I change not, I change not, but once having sung, 
To the same ear I warble, the note still the same; 
While my heart, like the Ivy, where once it hath clung, 
Still clings on through sorrow, misfortune, or shame. 
