
118 THE BOUQUET. 

WALLELOWER, 
CHEIRANTHUS CHEIRI. 
Fidelity in Misfortune, 
Nor in prosperity’s bright morn, 
Cheiranthus’ golden light 
Is lent, her splendors to adorn, 
And make them still more bright; 
But in adversity’s dark hour, 
When glory is gone by; 
It then exerts its gentle power, 
The scene to beautify. 
BERNARD BaRTON. 

Ou! trust the mind, 
To grief so long, so silently resigned. 
Let the light spirit, ne’er by sorrow taught, 
The pure and lofty constancy of thought, 
Its fleeting trials eager to forget, 
Rise with elastic power o’er each regret ; 
Fostered in tears our young affection grew, 
And I have learned to suffer and be true. 
Deem not my love a frail, ephemeral flowe1, 
Nursed by soft sunshine and the balmy shower; 
No! ’tis the child of tempests, and defies, 
And meets, unchanged, the anger of the skies. 
‘WILson. 
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