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FOKQET-ME-NOT. 
For whom the frequent tear is shed, 
Like thine—which, from the grave’s cold bed, 
Repeats u Forget me not!” 
Yet not in pensive moods alone 
Thy heart-appalling name we own 
To love, to friendship dear ; 
Were not that name with joy combin’d, 
Were not thy bright blue blossoms twin’d 
With hopes as bright—thou wouldst not find 
An honour’d station here. 
Not in our volume’s opening leaf 
Should flowers which only imag’d grief 
A mournful emblem stand ; 
For unforgetting Love ; whose light 
Makes even sorrow’s clouds look bright. 
In joy and hope, with magic might, 
The feeling can expand. 
And therefore would we place thee here, 
Symbol of hopes the heart holds dear, 
In every clime and age ; 
Thoughts lov’d in sunshine or in gloom 
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