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ROSEMARY. 
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The rains are gone, the storms are o’er, 
Winter retires to make thee way ; 
Come, then, thou sweetly blooming flower. 
Come lovely stranger, come away. 
The sun is dressed m beaming smiles. 
To give thy beauties to the day : 
Young zephyrs wait with gentlest gales. 
To fan thy bosom as they play. 
HYACINTHUS. 
KEATS. 
Or they might watch the quoit-pitchers, intent 
On either side, pitying the sad death 
Of Ilyacinthus, when the cruel breath 
Of Zephyr slew him ; Zephyr penitent, 
Who now ere Phoebus mounts the firmament. 
Fondles the flower amid the sobbing rain. 
ROSEMARY. 
(Remembrance.) 
“ There’s rosemary for you : that’s for remembrance.” 
ShAKSPEABEo 
O UR forefathers invariably adopted Rosemary as 
the symbol of remembrance ; it was believed to 
possess the power of improving the memory, and was 
frequently employed as a means of invigorating the 
