THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 



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When the earth beamed around me with fairy delight, 

 And daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight, 

 Like treasures of silver and gold. 



FIG. 53. "A loved little island, far seen in the lake." 



" Even now, what affections the violet awakes ! 

 What loved little islands, far seen in the lakes, 



Can the wild water-lily restore ! 

 What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks ! 

 What pictures of pebbles and minnowy brooks 



In the vetches that tangle the shore ! " * 



* Thomas Campbell. 



