44 ploea’s album. 
Forget me Not. 
“ Whene’er she breaks a small blue flower, 
And says, ‘ Forget me not I ’ the power 
I feel, though far away.” — Gokthb. 
TRUE LOVl} 
Oh! what was lore made for, if’t is not the same 
Thro’joy and thro’ torment, thro’ glory and shame? 
I know not, I ask not, if guilt’s in that heart, 
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. 
Thomas Mooee. 
, Dreams of fame and grandeur 
End in bitter tears; 
True love grows the fonder 
By the iapse of years. 
Time, and change, and troubles, 
Meaner ties unbind; 
But the love redoubles 
True affection twined. Anon. 
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; 
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; 
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; 
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. 
Shakspeaee. 
