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Oh, it came o’er my soul, like ed sweet south 
That breathes upon a bank of violets, 
Stealing and giving odor oe CRON aca + BAERS, 
I'd live years of grief and pain 
To have my long sleep of sorrow broken @ 
By such benign, blessed sounds, again. . Moore. 
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Though we should meet no more, 
Sweet maid, forget me not........ 
FORGET ME NOT. 
HEART’S EASE, Yrttow 
AND PURPLE. Vs dee ROM, 
VIOLA TRICOLOR, 
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee ; 
essed ! 
Think of him thy love had . Byron, 
He ne’er will forget the short vision that threw 
Its enchetaateetia, around him, while lingering with you. 
Moore. 
‘¢ Forget me not, when others gaze 
Enamored on thee with sce — of praise. 
When weary leagues bet s both are cast, 
And each dt a hour secms a hent icr than the last, 
Oh! then forget me not !”? 
ANSWER. 
Remember thee, and all thy pains— 
And all thy love for me! 
Yes! while a sora a — samen 
Will I remember thee! .. . Montgomery. 
Oh! think of her who holds thee dear! 
And think that thou art all to her........... Byron. 
May joy thy steps — 
And mayest thou find in every form a friend ; 
With care unsullied be ale cv ig! thought, 
And in 
dreams of home, forget me ¢ not. ... Song. 
HEART’S BASE, Purrte. You occupy mytuovcuis. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much ! 
Shaks. 
VIOLA TRICOLOR. 
‘er can quell. 
Anon. 
My love for thee is such, as 
Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart! .. . Byron. 
And in 
rf soul, which flies to thee, her piano “3 treasure— 
misers to their gold, while others rest..... Young. 
Whilst love, by absence fed, without control 
Tumultuous rushes on his sou 
Boch — 8 se coment 
