FORGET-ME-NOT. 
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CAN YOU FORGET ME? 
L. E. L. 
Autumn, while into languid Winter drooping, 
Gave its last.blossoms, opening but to fall. 
Can you forget them ? 
Can you forget me ? I am not relying 
On plighted vows—alas ! I know their worth. 
Man’s faith to woman is a trifle, dying 
Upon the very breath that gave it birth. 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
WITH SOME FORGET-ME-NOTS. 
JOHN INGRAM. 
Dear girl, I send this spray of flowers— 
All withered now, once brightest blue— 
To call to mind those happy hours, 
Those happy hours I passed with you. 
Forget me not ! though others win 
The glorious right to call thee “ theirs ■” 
Forget me not! that might have been 
The answer to my fervid prayers. 
For I have had thy hand in mine, 
And once our ways in life seemed blended ; 
And once I thought our loves might twine, 
But now, alas ! that dream is ended. 
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. 
