AMONG THE WILD FLOWERS. 51 
ee ee ee a ee 
Back through the strong current steering, 
Fainter, although the shore is nearing, 
Fainter still he grows ; 
Strength fails him at that spot— 
The prize upon the bank he throws, 
And gasps—“ Forget-me-not !” 
Since then have all agreed in naming 
The blue-eyed flower his love proclaiming, 
The FoRGET-ME-NOT— 
Justly immortal name! 
Nor can the lapse of ages blot 
That story’s precious fame. 
H. W. 
