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before be sank for ever, be threw tbe flower to bis 
lady-love, and exclaimed, “Forget-me-not!” Since 
that time, this plant has been the emblem of memory 
nearly over all Europe. 
Where flows the fountain silently, 
It blooms a lovely flower, 
Blue as the beauty of the sky 
It speaks, like kind fidelity, 
Through fortune’s sun and shower, 
Forget-me-not. 
’Tis like the starry eyes, more bright 
Than evening’s proudest star; 
Like purity’s own halo light, 
It seems to smile upon thy sight, 
And says to thee from afar— 
Forget-me-not. 
Each dew-drop on its morning leaves 
Is eloquent as tears 
That whisper, when young Passion grieves 
For one beloved afar, and weaves 
His dream of hopes and fears— 
Forget-me-not. 
Beauty’s best Companion—Modesty, (s 
A SENTIMENT. 
