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ROSEMARY. 
ROSMARINUS OFFICINALIS. 





Remembrance. 

THERE ’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance ; 
Pray you, love, remember. SHAKSPEARE. 


’T is a melancholy flower, 
Such as, in affliction’s hour, 
O’er the heaving turf Id throw, 
To deck the friend that rests below. 
PERCIVAL. 





THERE are moments in life that are never forgot, 
Which brighten, and brighten, as time steals 
away; 
They give a new charm to the happiest lot, 
And they shine on the gloom of the loneliest day. 
These moments are hallowed by smiles and by 
tears, 
The first look of love, and the last parting given. 
PERCIVAL. 










Ox! only those 
Whose souls have felt this one idolatry, 
Can tell how precious is the slightest thing 
Affection gives and hallows! A dead flower 
Will long be kept, remembrancer of looks 
That made each leaf a treasure. L. E. L. 







