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THE FORGET-ME-NOT. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
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 thy starry eyes, more bright 
Than evening’s proudest star ; 
Like purity’s own halo bright. 
It seems to smile upon thy sight. 
And says to thee from far, 
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. 
