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THE FLOWER AND THE RUIN.
What charm in this dark ruin,
What pity canst thou find,
That thou, sweet flower, art wooing
The breeze to blow more kind?
Its rugged walls frown lonely
Where old friends used to meet;
All fled, fond flower—thou only
Art still unchang'd and sweet!
What pity canst thou find,
That thou, sweet flower, art wooing
The breeze to blow more kind?
Its rugged walls frown lonely
Where old friends used to meet;
All fled, fond flower—thou only
Art still unchang'd and sweet!
O'er thoughts, that tears awaken—
O'er friends that ne'er return—
How many hearts forsaken,
Like thee, dark ruin, mourn?
Yet, oh! though fate hath bound them
With many a chain of ill,
Some human flower twines round them—
Midst ruin loves them still!
O'er friends that ne'er return—
How many hearts forsaken,
Like thee, dark ruin, mourn?
Yet, oh! though fate hath bound them
With many a chain of ill,
Some human flower twines round them—
Midst ruin loves them still!
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