



POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
But purer far the lover’s vow 
They witnessed in their shade yestreen 
All in its rude and prickly bower, 
The crimson rose, how sweet and fair ! 
But love is a far sweeter flower, 
Amid life’s thorny path o’ care. 
The pathless wild, and whimpling burn, 
Wi’ Chloris in my arms be mine ; 
And I, the world nor wish, nor scorn, 
Its joys and griefs alike resign. 
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THE WALL-FLOWER. 
Tux wall-flower—the wall-flower, 
How beautiful it blooms ! 
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 wall-flower is sublime. 
Flower of the solitary place! 
Grey Ruin’s golden crown! 
That lendest melancholy grace 
To haunts of old renown 3 
