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THE IVY.
I stood beneath the castle wall,
And mark'd the ivy bower
That, fragrant in its autumn bloom,
Wreathed round the mouldering tower.
And mark'd the ivy bower
That, fragrant in its autumn bloom,
Wreathed round the mouldering tower.
The plant insinuates its roots
To rend the ruined wall,
And yet with close and treacherous arms
Suspends awhile its fall
To rend the ruined wall,
And yet with close and treacherous arms
Suspends awhile its fall
I mus'd upon its ancient strength,
Its hastening dissolution,
And thought upon the ivy friends
Who prop our Constitution.
Its hastening dissolution,
And thought upon the ivy friends
Who prop our Constitution.
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