THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 195 
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BY C. F. EDGAR. 
Oh ! Lady, take this drooping flower, 
’Twill call to mind our parting hour, 
This simple plant, whate’er my lot. 
In silence says — “ Forget me not.” 
When on the ocean far away, 
Or in other lands I stray; 
When stormy winds howl round thy cot, 
’Twill tell thy heart — “ Forget me not.” 
E’en when ’tis withered, think of me, 
Ah ! many thoughts I’ll waft to thee; 
Though I no more may see the spot, 
’Twill whisper thee — “ Forget me not.” 
And now farewell ! where’er I flee, 
All hopes and joys shall rest on thee; 
Ne’er from thy heart my memory blot — 
I ask but this — “ Forget me not.” 
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Gillyflower. — Cheiranthus incarnus. — Bonds of Affec- 
tion. 
If this, he cried, bondage be, 
Who would wish for liberty ? — Moore. 
Grape, Wild. — Vitis vulpina. — Charity. 
No harsh reflections let remembrance raise, 
Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise. 
Prior . 
