198 NATURE-STUDY REVIEW [14:5— May, 1918 



Oh, it was a gorgeous sight, a great rejoicing, a glorious naming! 

 All the world was a-stir at this baptismal. Rare was the look on 

 the Master's face. 



The rose, the daisy, the blue-bell, the pansy; the buttercup, 

 the lily, and the others were named. The Gardener still moving 

 noiselessly in and out among them, always recognizing each in 

 its exquisite life time glory, was about to turn away, when he heard 

 a timid little voice, that came from the brink of a brooklet, say 

 "Forget me not; I have no name." And as the great Teacher 

 looked down over the edge of the bank, he saw growing in among 

 some soft moss and grasses, a lovely little light blue flower, reach- 

 ing out over the rock to the Light. As He stooped to touch it, 

 he said: "It shall be Forget-me-not. Your name is 'Forget-me 

 not' ' '- — and the little flow'ret reached up higher and said : ' 'Thank 

 you, and I will forget Thee not." 



The gentle breeze that flitted everywhere, everywhere, caressing 

 the Master, lightly fluttering his robe and kissing the cheeks of 

 the blossoms, said that it heard each flower in the garden say, as 

 it nodded its pretty head, "I will forget Thee not! I will forget 

 Thee not, Christ-man!" 



And to this day, the true forget-me-not plant chooses the banks 

 of streamlets, or moist shady places where to grow and send into 

 the world its beautiful little forget-me-not blue flow'rets. 



When to the flowers — so beautiful 



The Father gave a name, 

 Back came a little blue-eyed one 



(All timidly it came) 

 And standing at the Father's feet, 



And gazing in His face — 

 It said in low and trembling tones, * 



With sweet and gentle grace, 

 "Dear God, the name Thou gavest me 



Alas! I have forgot." 

 Then kindly looked the Father down 



And said, "Forget-me-not." 



Author unknown. 



