FORGET-ME-NOT. 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
LOVE, FORGET ME NOT, FOR IF FORSAKEN I DIE. 
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MYRTLE— love : forget-me-not. ANEMONE— forsaken. 
LAURUSTINUS—ir neglected i die. 
Thy veiy name is Love’s own Poetry, 
Born of the heart and of the eye begot, 
Nursed amid sighs and smiles by Constancy. 
And ever breathing, ‘ Love, Forget me not.’ 
Love and flowers caused the wise king of Israel to 
break forth into song, and the lays he chanted to the 
dark-haired daughter of Egypt, are among the richest 
notes that ever hung upon the golden chords of the 
lyre. That the divinity he adored was a fair daughter 
of Eve, whose beautiful form often glided through the 
fretted chambers of the princely palace of Jerusalem, 
even our most learned and grave commentators have 
