The Verdant Ivy Clings Around Yon Moss Be-Mantled Wall, As If It Sought To Hide The Stones, That Crumbling Soon Must Fall: That Relic Of A Bygone Age Now Tottering To Decay, Has But One Friend The Ivy Left. The Rest Have Passed Away. The Fairy Flowers That Once Did Bloom And Smile Beneath Its Shade; They Lingered Till The Autumn Came, And Autumn Saw Them Fade: The Emerald Leaves That Blushed Between The Winds Away Have Blown; But Yet To Cheer The Mournful Scene, The Ivy Liveth On. Thus Heavenly Hope Will Still Survive, When Earthly Joys Have Fled; And All The Flow'Ry Dreams Of Youth Lie Withering And Dead. When Winter Comes It Twines Itself Around The Human Heart; And Like The Ivy On The Wall Will Ne'er From Thence Depart.