194 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
BY THOMAS HAYNES BAILEY. 
Remember me, when far away, 
I journey o’er the world’s wide waste; 
Remember me, at early day. 
Or when the evening shadows haste; 
When high the pensive moon appears. 
And Night with all her starry train. 
Gives rest to human hopes and fears. 
Remember me, far o’er the main. 
Remember me, whene’er you sigh. 
Be it at midnight’s pensive hour; 
Remember me, and think that I 
Return that sigh, and feel its power. 
Whene’er you think on those away. 
Or when you bend the pious knee. 
Or when your thoughts on pleasure stray. 
Oh, then, remember me. 
IF- 
Foxglove. — Digitalis. — A Wish. 
O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might 
touch that cheek. — Shaks. 
Forget Me Not. — F ond Remembrance, 
Forget me not, for alas ! we may never meet again. 
