OK, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 195 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
That little blue flower I love to see, 
The symbol of one so precious to me ; 
It humbly, yet lovely, grows in this spot, 
And lovingly whispers, Forget-me-not. 
I am not forgotten, he bears me in mind, 
For he came with his heart with mine to bind 
He is willing on earth to share my lot, 
And while he may live, to Forget-me-not. 
O pretty sweet flower, thou symbollest true, 
I’ll love him as long as thy colour is blue ; 
Nought from my heart his image can blot. 
Be thou witness of it, Forget-me-not. 
And now, little flower, I must pluck thee ; 
And send thee to him who vows he loves me; 
Go whisper to him, “I’ll live in a cot, 
Anywhere, anywhere, Forget-me-not.” 
Before thou returnest, whisper again 
The ear of my love to free me from pain; 
Say, “ Kiss me, and send me back to her cot, 
And command me to say, Forget-me-not /” 
O sweet is his message thou bearest to me 
Forget-me-not he has sent by thee ! 
I live in his heart—my heart he has got, 
Thou art the symbol, Forget-me-not. Gu. 
