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THE WALL-FLOWER i 
Wer | 
BY D. M. MOIR. 
The wall-flower—the wall-flower, i 
How beautiful it blooms! ti) 
It gleams above the ruin’d tower, i 
Like sunlight over tombs ; HI 
It sheds a halo of repose ii 
Around the wrecks of time ;— 
To beauty give the flaunting rose, 
The wall-flower is sublime. 






Flower of the solitary place ! 
Gray ruin’s golden crown! 
Thou lendest melancholy grace 
To haunts of old renown ; 
Thou mantlest o’er the battlement, 
By strife or storm decay’d ; LNW 
And fillest up each envious rent i 
Time’s canker-tooth hath made. 
gold, 
nee 
fence, 
ew, then 


Life, 
midst 
Whither hath fled the choral band 
a That fill’d the abbey’s nave ? 
“i Yon dark sepulchral yew-trees stznd 
O’er many a level grave ; 
In the belfry’s crevices, the dove 
Her young brood nurseth well, 
Whilst thou, lone flower! dost shed above 
A sweet decaying smell. 



