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The Ivy in a dungeon grew

Unfed by rain, uncheer'd 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 issue into day.

It grew, it crept, it push'd, it clomb—

Long had the darkness been its home;

But well it knew, though veil'd 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 flourish'd fair.

It reach'd the beam—it thrill'd, it curl'd,

It bless'd the warmth that cheers the world;

It rose towards the dungeon bars—

It look'd 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 woo'd the swallow to its leaves.

By rains, and dews, and sunshine fed,

Over the outer wall it spread;

And in the daybeam 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!

Look up, O tenant of the cell,

Where man, the prisoner, must dwell.

To every dungeon comes a ray

Of God's interminable day.

On every heart a sunbeam falls

To cheer its lonely prison walls.

The ray is TRUTH. Oh, soul, aspire

To bask in its celestial fire;

So shalt thou quit the glooms of clay,

So shaft thou flourish into day.

So shalt thou reach the dungeon grate,

No longer dark and desolate;

And look around thee, and above,

Upon a world of light and love.