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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
It then exerts its gentle power 
The scene to beautify. 
Barton. 
An emblem true thou art 
Of love’s enduring lustre, given 
To cheer a lonely heart. 
Id. 
And our friend Moir (Delta of Blackwood’s 
Magazine) pays this feeling tribute to the Wall¬ 
flower. 
The Wallflower, the Wallflower 1 
How beautiful it blooms 1 
It gleams above the ruined tower. 
Like sunlight over tombs; 
It sheds a halo of repose 
Around the wrecks of time; 
To beauty give the flaunting rose— 
The Wallflower is sublime. 
Flower of the solitary place 1 
Gray Ruin’s golden crown, 
That lendest melancholy grace 
To haunts of old Renown : 
Thou mantlest o’er the battlement. 
By strife or storm decay’d; 
And fillest up each envious rent 
Time’s canker-tooth hath made. 
Whither hath fled the choral band 
That fill’d the abbey’s nave ? 
