FABLES OF F L O B A . 21 
‘ Mid frost and snow it still doth cling 
Around the dark, dismantled tree; 
O, is not then this humble tiling 
True emblem of my love for thee? ’ 
TIIE WALLFLOWER. 
This sweet flower derives its name from its 
habit of springing up amid old ruins, and from 
the crevices of broken stones. It is esteemed the 
emblem of fidelity in misfortune. 
Thomson has described it in one line better 
than we could in twenty. 
< The yellow wallflower, stained with iron brown.’ 
FABLE VI. 
The Wallflower. 
‘ Why loves my flower—the sweetest flower 
That swells the golden breast of May, 
Thrown rudely o’er this ruined tower — 
To waste her solitary day ? 
‘ Why, when the mead, the spicy vale, 
The grove and genial garden call, 
Will she her fragrant soul exhale, 
Unheeded on the lonely wall ? 
