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130 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS-; Around the oak, the ivy flings Its feeble arms, and fondly clings, Where, 'mid the winter, still it weaves ? Bright changeless wreaths of verdant leaves. LIFE, AS IT SEEMS. How fair, along the woodland hill, The tender green of Spring; How soon more bright, more ardent suns A deeper verdure bring ! And sweet the landscape newly lit By life's unfolding day; But, ah, the lightest touch of Time Will brush its hues away ! Gay Summer may, in warmer dies, Her mantle wide unfold, And Autumn clothe her varied stores In more resplendent gold; ......... ?Google