AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. Ill 
I AM NOT CHANGED —THEY WRONG 
ME. 
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fairy’s glove, or foxglove. 
This pretty flower which grows in Wales in great abundance 
was originally named by the Welsh “fairy’s glove.” Its fanci¬ 
ful and appropriate appellation has since become strangely cor¬ 
rupted into “ foxglove.” 
I am not changed—believe me! 
My heart still throbs for thine. 
They say my vows deceive thee, 
While I in anguish pine! 
You wrong yourself and me, love, 
To list a tale so strange; 
Come to this heart and see, love, 
If here be Falsehood’s change! 
Alas! since they’ve bereft me, 
Of peace, of joy, of you, 
One precious hope is left me, 
My death shall prove me true. • - <• 
f. s. o. 
