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no sooner seized the flower than he sank into 

 the flood, but making a last effort, he threw the 

 flower upon the shore, and at the moment of dis- 

 appearing for ever, he exclaimed, ** vergils mich 

 7iicht,'' since which time this flower has been 

 made emblematical of, and taken the name of 

 " Forget-me-not." 



It has become a favourite flower with the Ger- 

 man poets, as some lines of Lord F. L. Gower's 

 translation of Goethe's " Lay of the Imprisoned 

 Knight" will evince : 



'* All ! well I know the loveliest flower, 

 The fairest of the fair, 

 Of all that deck my lady's hower. 

 Or bind her floating- hair." 



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** Not on the mountain's shelving- side. 

 Nor in the cultivated ground. 

 Nor in the garden's painted pride, 

 The flower 1 seek is found. 



Where time on sorrow's page of gloom 



Has fixed its envious lot, 

 Or swept the record from the tomb. 



It says Forget-me-not. 



And this is still the loveliest flower, 



The fairest of the fitir ; 

 Of all that deck my lady's bower. 



Or bind her floating; hair." 



