POETEY OF FLOWERS. 
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THE FLOWER “ FORGET-ME-NOT ” 
Dearest of all the flowers that gaily gleam, 
In garden, field, or on the green hill’s breast, 
For link’d with thee does fond remembrance seem. 
With gentle memories round thy stem to rest! 
Some absent friend, in fancy hovers near. 
Some form, o’er dale and hill divided far, 
“ Forget-me-not!” in distant tones we hear, 
Oh vain such prayers and parting wishes are! 
Yet still, forget-me-not! when moonlight sleeps, ’ 
On garden walks where we together stray’d. 
When twilight dews, each gentle flowret weeps. 
And stars are gleaming o’er the shadowy glade. 
Forget-me-not! when midnight gales are high. 
When voices seem to whisper faint and low. 
When clouds career along the autumn sky, 
And winds are tossing wide the poplar bough. 
Forget-me-not! when morning breaks serene. 
When modest spring her dewy garland wears. 
Forget-me-not!—when deck’d in summer sheen. 
With flowers all gay, thy peaceful home ap- 
pears ? 
