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u And in the pleasant grass 
That smiles around, fair waving in the breeze, 
Delicious hues are seen, innumerous ; 
As if the rain-drops of the fresh wild Spring 
Had blossomed where they fell.” 
Here some invisible stream, 
“ Which with a livelier green 
Betrays the secret of its silent course,” 
winds its way amongst the grass; its narrow banks 
fringed with that “ tenant of the nameless rill ” whose 
pretty sentimental appellation has made it so generally 
sought and sung. Ail love to meet 
“By rivulet, or spring, or wet road-side, 
That blue and bright-eyed flow’ret of the brook, 
Hope’s gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.” 
But this plant possesses additional interest when grow- 
ing in a spot consecrated by the taie of genius or the 
deed of patriotism. I hâve seen a root brought front 
the field of Waterloo, cherished with ail the care and 
tenderness the stirring recollections of that spot 
awakened. Our Forget-me-not, too, has a high title 
to regard. It was plucked from the banks of the Ver, 
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