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FORGET ME NOT. 
SONG OF THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 
ANON. 
How many bright flowers now around me are 
glancing, 
Each seeking its praise, or its beauty en¬ 
hancing ! 
The rose-buds are hanging like gems in the 
air, 
And the lily-bell waves in her fragrance there. 
Alas ! I can claim neither fortune nor power. 
Neither beauty nor fragrance are cast in 
my lot; 
Rut contented I cling to my lowly bower 
And smile while I whisper—“ Forget me 
not! ” 
The jasmine so lovely is o’er me entwining, 
With the sweet-scented violet its odours com¬ 
bining,— 
May their discord be ended, and smiling in 
peace. 
Be it long e’er their sweet dreams of happi¬ 
ness cease ! 
While I am contented to blossom apart, 
In my humble bower, by the lowly cot, 
I ask for no homage but that of the heart, 
And smile while I whisper—‘ Forget-me-not!’ 
