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THE ivy in a dungeon grew,

Unfed by rain, uncheered by dew;

Its pallid leaflets only drank

Cave-moistures foul, and odours dank.

But through the dungeon-grating high

There fell a sunbeam from the sky;

It slept upon the grateful floor

In silent gladness evermore.

The ivy felt a tremor shoot

Through all its fibres to the root;

It felt the light, it saw the ray,

It strove to blossom into day.

It grew, it crept, it pushed, it clomb—

Long had the darkness been its home;

But well it knew, though veiled in night,

The goodness and the joy of light.

Its clinging roots grew deep and strong;

Its stem expanded firm and long;

And in the currents of the air

Its tender branches flourished fair.

It reached the beam—it thrilled—it curled—

It blessed the warmth that cheers the world;

It rose towards the dungeon bars—

It looked upon the sun and stars.

It felt the life of bursting Spring,

It heard the happy sky-lark sing.

It caught the breath of morns and eves,

And wooed the swallow to its leaves.

By rains, and dews, and sunshine fed,

Over the outer wall it spread;

And in the day-beam waving free,

It grew into a steadfast tree.

Upon that solitary place,

Its verdure threw adorning grace.

The mating birds became its guests,

And sang its praises from their nests.

Wouldst know the moral of the rhyme?

Behold the heavenly light! and climb.

To every dungeon comes a ray

Of God's interminable day.