FORGET ME NOT. 129 
LADIES’ DELIGHT. 
Viola Tricolor. 
Language —FOEGET ME NOT. 
I heard thy low-whispered farewell, love, 
And silently saw thee depart; 
Ay, silent; for how could words tell, love, 
The sorrow that swelled in my heart ? 
They could not, 0 language is faint 
When passion’s devotion would speak ; 
Light pleasure and pain it may paint; 
But with feelings like ours it is weak. 
Yet tearless and mute though I stood, love, 
Thy last words are thrilling me yet, 
And my . heart would have breathed, if it could, love, 
And murmured, “ 0, do not forget! ” 
Mrs. Osgood. 
ANSWER. 
To me, through every season, dearest, 
In every scene, by day and night, 
Thou present to my mind appearest, 
A quenchless star, forever bright! 
My solitary, sole delight! 
Alone — in grove — by shore — at sea — 
I think of thee ! 
E. M. Mo is. 
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