WALL FLOWER, 
I CLING TO THEE STILL. 
And gayer friends surround thee now, 
And lighter hearts are thine; 
Thou dost not need , beloved and blest, 
So sad a boon as mine! 
But in my sorrowing soul for thee, 
Love’s balmy flower I’ll hide, 
And feeling’s tears shall keep it fresh, 
Whatever fate betide; 
Then, when misfortune’s winter comes, 
And frailer love takes wing, 
All pure and bright, with hope’s own light, 
Affection’s rose I’ll bring; 
And thou shalt bless the simple flower 
That keeps its virgin bloom 
To charm thy soul, in sorrow’s hour, 
With beauty and perfume! 
F. S. 0. 
When fortune smiled above thy way, 
When grace and beauty crowned thee, 
A thousand friends more light and gay, 
Like bees have hummed around thee. 
Ah! dearer now since Care and Time 
Have dimmed thy early splendor, 
I wreathe, around thy wreck sublime, 
Love’s garland pure and tender. 
Fanny Fay. 
