94 LANGUAGE AND 
“ That blue and bright-eyed flow’ret of the brook, 
Hope’s gentle gem, the sweet forget-me-not,” 
is greatly beloved by the Germans, -who are very 
fond of growing it upon the graves of their 
deceased darlings. When it is taken from its 
native brook, however, and planted in a dry 
situation, its looks alter considerably, but withal 
it continues a pretty blossom. 
Tennyson, in his poem of the “Miller’s 
Daughter,” when he would “make a garland 
for the heart,” asks Alice 
“ To sing that other song I made, 
Half-angered with my happy lot, 
The day when in the chestnut shade 
I found the blue forget-me-not.” 
And Alice sings, 
“Love that hath us in the net, 
Can he pass, and we forget ? 
Many suns arise and set, 
Many a chance the years beget, 
Love the gift is love the debt. 
Even so. 
“ Love is hurt with jar and fret, 
Love is made a vague regret. 
Eyes with idle tears are wet. 
Idle habit links us yet. 
What is love? for we forget 1 
Ah ! no, no !” 
