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FORGET ME NOT. 129 
LADIES' DELIGHT. 
Viola Tricolor. 
Language FORGET ME NOT. 
I HEARD thy low-whispered farewell, love, 
And silently saw thee depart ; 
Ay, silent ; for how could words tell, love. 
The sorrow that swelled in my heart ? 
They could not, language is faint 
When passion's devotion would speak ; 
Light pleasure and pain it may paint ; 
But with feelings like ours it is weak. 
Yet tearless and mute though I stood, love. 
Thy last words are thrilling me yet, 
And my heart would have breathed, if it could, love. 
And murmured, " 0, do not forget ! " 
Mss. Osgood. 
ANSW^ER. 
To me, through every season, dearest. 
In every scene, by day and night. 
Thou present to my mind appearest, 
A quenchless star, forever bright ! 
My solitary, sole delight ! 
Alone in grove by shore at sea 
I think of thee ! 
. M. Mois. 
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