Floral Poetry. 
I V Y. 
Y, chief of trees, it is 
Veni coronaberis. 
The most worthy is she in town ; 
He who says other, says amiss ; 
Worthy is she to bear the crown ; 
Vent corotiaberis. 
Ivy is soft, and meek of speech, 
Against all woe she bringeth bliss; 
Happy is he that may her reach ; 
Veni coronaberis. 
Ivy is green, of colour bright, 
Of all trees the chief she is; 
And that I prove will now be right; 
Veni coronaberis. 
Ivy, she beareth berries black; 
God grant to all of us His bliss ! 
For then we shall nothing lack; 
Veni coronaberis. 
Ancient Carol. 
