That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected daystruck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns of flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green.