who regards the ivy as the symbol of unchanging friend¬ 
ship : — “ Rien (dit-il) ne pent le separer de l’arbro 
qu’il embrasse une fois, il le pare de son feuiUage dans 
la saison cruelle oil ses branches noircies ne soutiennent 
plus que des frinias; compagnon de ses destinees, il tombe 
quand on le renverse; la mort mbme ne l’en ddtache 
pas. et il decore de sa constante verdure le tronc tout 
desseche de l’appui qu’il adopta.” 
Hast diou e’er seen the moon’s soft splendour 
Sleep peaceful on some ruin’d pile, 
Gilding with radiance mild and tender 
Each broken arch and mouldering aisle ? 
Hast thou e’er seen the ivy clinging 
Round fragments broken and decay’d, 
As if its mantling wreaths’t were flinging 
To hide the breaches Time had made ? 
Oh ! thus, should care or sorrow wound thee. 
Be Friendship’s soft endearment thine, 
And fondest sympathy around thee 
As close her thousand tendrils twine. 
