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The Ivy Green

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Parent Issue
Day
15
Month
July
Year
1870
Copyright
Public Domain
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Olí, a dalnty phmt Ia the Ivy grccn, That creepeth o'er ruin oíd ! (r nM cholee lood are liis incala, I ween In hlfl cel! so tone niid oold ; The walls maat be ernmbled, the slones da enyed, To pleasure liis dalnty whlm, And Uie moulderiug dust that years have made ís a merry mcal tor hlm. Oreeplng where no Uféis seen, A rurc oíd plant la the Ivy green. Fast lie stealeth on, though he wcars no wlngS] Aml a staunch oíd heart has he ! 1 low closely he twlnetb, how trht lie clines To hts frlend, the hoge Oak Tree I And slily lie traileth along the ground, And his leaves begently waves, As be joyously lings anderawleth round The rlch monld of dead men's graves. Creephifr where grim death hath been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green ! TVholc ases have fled and their works de■cayed, And nations have scattered been ; Bat tlie stout old Ivy slmll never fade From its hale and hearty green The brave old plant in its louely days, Shall fatten apon tbe past For the stateliest building man eau raise, Is the Ivy's food at last. Creeplag on, where Unie has been, A rare olü plnnt is tbe Ivy green.

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Old News
Michigan Argus