HOLLYHOCK. 
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Forget me not! for I am lonely, 
And stranded on Life’s desert shore ; 
Forget me not!—I ask that only— 
For now our paths may meet no more. 
Could I but think you don’t forget, 
Though all my hopes of life should perish, 
I’d pass them by without regret, 
So that that thought I still might cherish. 
Forget me not! ’tis all I ask. 
And though thy hand may be another’s. 
I’ll wear upon my face a mask 
Of smiles to hide the grief it covers. 
Let, then, these withered flowers recall 
Each broken link of Memory’s chain ; 
And from the Past’s dim haunted hall 
Those happy hours bring back again. 
Forget me not ! mine only love— 
Ah ! would indeed that you were mine! 
Forget me not! my long-lost dove, 
In dreams my heart will beat next thine ! 
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HOLLYHOCK. 
(Ambition.) 
“The fallen hollyhock.”—E benezer Elliot. 
PT^HE emblem of that crime by which Wolsey tells us 
the angels fell is the tall and stately Hollyhock. 
A few years ago it was often designated the “ garden 
