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The elm tree of old
Felt lonely and cold
When wintry winds blew high;
And looking below,
He saw, in the snow,
The ivy wandering nigh;
And he said, “Come twine
With those tendrils of thine
My scathed and frozen form;
For, heart and hand,
Together we’ll stand,
And mock at the baffled storm.”
And so, when grief
Is withering the leaf,
And checking hope’s young flower,—
And frosts do bite
With their teeth so white,
In disappointment’s hour,—
Tho’ it might o’erwhelm
Either ivy or elm,
If each stood alone in strife,
If heart and hand
Together they stand,
They may laugh at the troubles of life.
