40 FORGET-ME-NOT. 



For whom the frequent tear is shed, 

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

 Repeats " Forget me not !" 



Yet not in pensive moods alone 

 Thy heart-appalling name we own 



To love, to friendship dear ; 

 Were not that name with joy combin'd, 

 Were not thy bright blue blossoms twin'd 

 With hopes as bright thou wouldst not find 



An honour'd station here. 



Not in our volume's opening leaf 

 Should flowers which only imag'd grief 



A mournful emblem stand ; 

 For unforgetting Love ; whose light 

 Makes even sorrow's clouds look bright, 

 In joy and hope, with magic might, 



The feeling can expand. 



And therefore would we place thee here, 

 Symbol of hopes the heart holds dear, 



In every clime and age ; 

 Thoughts lov'd in sunshine or in gloom 



