 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
THE WIDOWED IVY.
I marked of late, in verdant pride,
The ivy, fondly clinging
To the tall oak's majestic side,
On whose green branches, spreading wide,
A woodland choir was singing.
But soon was hushed the sylvan lay,
The lightning's bolt invaded;
The oak was shivered in the fray,
The widowed ivy lost its stay,
And all its verdure faded.
The ivy, fondly clinging
To the tall oak's majestic side,
On whose green branches, spreading wide,
A woodland choir was singing.
But soon was hushed the sylvan lay,
The lightning's bolt invaded;
The oak was shivered in the fray,
The widowed ivy lost its stay,
And all its verdure faded.
'T is thus the fond, confiding heart
On manly faith reposes,
While the sweet smiles of Hope impart
Such hues to life's prospective chart
As deck the scene in roses.
But, ah! such sweets too soon decay,
By sorrow's storm invaded;
If faithless man our hopes betray,
The widowed heart will lose its stay,
And all its joys be faded.
On manly faith reposes,
While the sweet smiles of Hope impart
Such hues to life's prospective chart
As deck the scene in roses.
But, ah! such sweets too soon decay,
By sorrow's storm invaded;
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The widowed heart will lose its stay,
And all its joys be faded.
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