THE OAK TO THE IVY.

'Twas in my Spring of palmy gladness

First I met thee, Ivy wife;

Then my brow, untouched by sadness,

Bloomed with regal-foliaged life;

Proud my arms hung forth in blessing

O'er thy trustful spirit dear,

And my heart, 'neath thy caressing,

Wore a Spring-dress all the year!

Time wings on: my strength is fleeing,

And my leafy beauties too;

Still thou clings't around my being,

Changeless--ever true.

Churlish Autumn hath uncrowned me,

Still I feel thy fond embrace;

Winter sad throws gloom around me:

Sweet! thou smil'st up in my face;

Spring arrives with flowery treasures,

Summer skips by, sun-caressed;

Yet thou, envying not their pleasures,

Bloom'st upon my rugged breast.

Time wings on: my strength is fleeing,

And my leafy beauties too;

Still thou cling'st around my being,

Changeless--ever true.

Though my limbs grow old and weary,

Trembling in the wintry air;

And my life be dark and dreary--

Still I feel that thou art near;

Stripped of all my blossoms golden,

'Reft of stalwart forest pride--

Sere and sallow, leafless, olden;

Yet remain'st thou by my side.

Time wings on: my strength is fleeing,

And my leafy beauties too;

Life-long cling'st thou round my being,

Changeless--ever true.

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