^ Forget-me-nots. 
— Bpril 24tb — 
Forget me not. 
Thou sweet little flower with the bright blue eye, 
That peepest from the bank so modestly. 
— 25tb — 
And faith, that a thousand ills can brave, 
Speaks in thy blue leaves, forget-me-not. 
PercivcU. 
— 26tb ~ 
That blue and bright-eyed flow’ret of the brook, 
Hope’s gentle gem, the sweet forget-me-not. 
S. T. Coleridge, 
— 27tb — 
Gem of the rill! we love to greet thy blossoms smiling 
at our feet, 
We fancy to thy flow’ret given a semblance of the 
azure heaven, 
And deem thine eye of gold to be the star that gleams 
so brilliantly. 
Eglantine. — 28tb-— Poetry. 
The fragrant eglantine did spread 
His prickling arms, entrail’d with roses red, 
Which dainty odours round about them threw. 
Spenser. 
— 20tb — 
Farewell to thee, April, a gentle farewell, 
Thou hast saved the young rose in its emerald cell; 
Sweet nurse, thou nast mingled thy sunshine and 
showers. 
Like kisses and tears, on thy children, the flowers. 
L. E. L. 
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