FORGET-ME-NOT. 
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And in remembrance of our sorrow, 
Many a maid shall seek that spot 
In twilight glooms,—and when the morrow 
Gilds the sweet Forget-me-not— 
"Where the river murmurs hollow, 
Lovers ages hence shall follow. 
And where the forest brook runs brawling,— 
Here in sunshine, there in shade, 
Lovers shall be oft heard calling, 
While they traverse glen and glade : 
As they search each woodland spot, 
Hazelled dell and briery brake, 
For the blue Forget-me-not, 
Which they’ll cherish for our sake — 
And up to Heaven’s high arching hollow, 
Many a sigh our loves shall follow. 
And in the flower they shall see blended, 
The golden star that emblems thee, 
Rimmed with the blue thy wings descended— 
The heaven thou’st lost, for love of me: 
Without repining, or complaining, 
Must thy weary task'be done, 
If thou hast hopes of e’er regaining 
Those lost realms beyond the sun— 
For the voice said, low and hollow, 
“ Where he goeth thou shalt follow.” 
