APRIL 28 
Forget-me-Not 
Forget me not. 
There’s not a look, a word of thine 
My soul hath e’er forgot; 
Thou ne’er hast bid a ringlet shine, 
Nor given thy locks one graceful twine, 
Which I remember not. 
JWoore. 
APRIL 20 
Jealousy. 
French Marigold . 
O Jealousy! thou merciless destroyer, 
More cruel than the grave! what ravages 
Does thy wild war make in noblest bosoms! 
JWallet. 
Foul jealousy! that tumest love divine 
To joyless dread, .. 
Of all the passions in the mind thou vilest art. 
JSSpenser. 
APRIL 30 
Fuchsia 
Grace . 
Her laugh full of life without any control, 
But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul; 
And where it most sparkled no glance could discover. 
In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brightened all over. 
Moore. 
