144 FORGET-ME-NOT. 



Whose name forbids us to forget. 

 Would be the chosen coronet, 

 Love on the loveliest brow would set 

 To crave fond Memory's aid. 



When, "earth to earth," and "dust to dust," 

 The loved, lamented, we entrust, 



What flower may grace the spot. 

 Where sleep the reliques of the dead. 

 For whom the frequent tear is shed. 

 Like thine — which, from the grave's cold bed. 



Repeats " Forget-me-not ?" 



SONG OF THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 



ANON. 



How many bright flowers now around me are glancing, 

 Each seeking its praise, or its beauty enhancing! 

 The Rose-buds are hanging like gems in the air 

 And the Lily-bell waves in her fragrance there. 

 Alas ! I can claim neither fortune nor power, 

 Neither beauty nor fragrance are cast in my lot; 

 But contented I cling to my lowly bower, 

 And smile while I whisper — " Forget-me-not /" 



The jasmine so lovely is o'er me entwining, 

 With the sweet-scented Violet its odours combining, — 

 May their discord be ended, and, smiling in peace. 

 Be it long ere their sweet dreams of happiness cease! 



