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V. THE EMBLEM.
Seest thou, belovèd! yonder cheerless OakAbove the river's torrent-course reclined,
Where the fair ivy tenderly hath twined
Its arms around each bough the storm had broke,—
Hiding the ravage of the thunder stroke,
And shielding its young blossoms from the wind?
Vain care!—for, by the current undermined,
Beneath already nods th' unstable rock.
Alas! it is the emblem of our fate;
For oh! I feel thee twined around my soul,
Like yon green ivy o'er the wounded tree:
And thou must leave me, ere it be too late—
While I, in evil fortune's harsh controul,
Drift down the stream of dark adversity.
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