The Ivy Green
The brave old plant, in its lonely days, shall fatten upon the past: For the stateliest building man can raise, is the Ivy’s food at last.
The brave old plant, in its lonely days, shall fatten upon the past: For the stateliest building man can raise, is the Ivy’s food at last.
Who more can crave than thou hast done? That gav’st a Son, to free a slave, first made of nought; with all since bought.