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TO A. YOUNG LADY WHO SAID SHE “WISHED SHE WAS A FLOWER.” 
Anon. 
rrO be a flower ! which would you be, 
1 A snow-drop, or a violet 1 
The pink-eyed humble daisy, 
Or richly-scented mignonette ? 
Or daffodil in Spring so gay, 
That children sing “grows in a well? 5 ’ 
Or clustered blossoms of sweet May, 
Or woodland bunches of blue-bell ? 
Or jasmine, all so snowy white, 
That climbs up to my lady’s bower? 
Or star of Bethlehem’s golden light, 
Or the sweet woodbine’s roving flower ? 
There is a little azure eye 
That peeps around the peasant’s cot, 
And whispers in soft melody, 
“ Forget me not—forget me not.” 
