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TIIE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
There is a modest little flower, 
To friendship ever dear, 
Oh ! plant it on my humble bed, 
And strew it o’er my bier. 
Let not the dull sepulchral Yew 
Its sombre branches wave, 
But let that little fragile flower 
Alone grow on my grave. 
No sculptured marble e’er shall show 
My long and lowly home, 
That little modest, humble flower 
Shall mark my silent tomb. 
Then shall my grave by this be known, 
A little smiling spot, 
A mound thick covered with the flower 
That says, “Forget-me-not.” 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
Yes, I saw as I pass’d along,— 
I saw it under the hedge, 
That pretty little blue flower, 
Which I now take for a pledge ;— 
