WALLFLOWER. 
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Jove, in pity of the deed, 
And her loving, luckless speed, 
Turned her to this plant we call 
Now “the flower of the wall.” 
THE WALLFLOWER. 
Thy banner waves above the tower 
Which Time and Ruin make their own, 
Most faithful in the dreariest hour ; 
Such is thy praise—and thine alone ! 
Meet emblem art thou of the heart 
Which in misfortune fastest clings ; 
And when our friends and wealth depart, 
Love’s mantle o’er us fondly flings. 
