The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay With Illustrations by John Gilbert |
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THE HAWTHORN AND THE IVY. |
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THE HAWTHORN AND THE IVY.
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The Hawthorn bloom'd to the vernal air,Merry and free in the woodland fair,
Attired in garments nuptial white,
She was a glory to the sight;
Her breath was sweeter than the morn:
A beautiful tree was the wild Hawthorn.
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The Ivy rooted by her side,Woo'd and won her for his bride;
She was fain to be embraced,—
He twined his arms about her waist:
“Oh joy!” said he, “that I was born,
“To love this beautiful wild Hawthorn!”
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Alas! for this world of grief and pain!Wed, not mated, were the twain:
She was tender, mild, and true;
He was selfish, through and through,
And waved his leaves to the winds, in scorn
Of his blossoming, beautiful, wild Hawthorn.
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She could not drink the dew or shower,Or feel the warmth of Summer's hour;
The Ivy stood between her heart
And all the life the skies impart:
She pined, she sigh'd, she lived forlorn,
And died in her sorrow—the wild Hawthorn!
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