50 DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
Forget thee! forget thee, how can I forget, 
When vows of thy heart, with my own linger yet? 
The vows which you pledged were united with 
truth, 
As fresh hi thy manhood, as strong in thy youth. 
Forget thee! forget thee! I cannot forget 
While the vows of thy heart with my oivn linger 
yet. 
Forget thee! forget thee! how can I forget, 
When not a sigh leaves me which breathes of 
regret, 
When not a wish passes, but finds in my breast 
A hope for thy welfare, a prayer for thy rest. 
Forget thee! forget thee! I cannot forget, 
When not a sigh leaves me which breathes of 
regret. 
Forget thee! forget thee ! how can I forget, 
While deeply, most deeply, thine image is set? 
And naught from this bosom that image will tear, 
Forever! yes, ever, that image I’ll wear. 
Forget thee! forgot thee! I cannot forget, 
While deep in my bosom thine image is set. 
