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Forget me Not. 
“Whene’er she breaks a small blue flower, | 
Aud says, ‘ Forget me not!’ the power 
I feel, though far away.” — GorTuu. 
TRUE LOVE H 
Oh ! what was love made for, if ’t is not the same 
Thro’ joy and thro’ torment, thro’ glory and shame? 
I know not, I ask not, if guilt ’s in that heart, | 
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. | 
THomas Moore. 
Dreams of fame and grandeur 
End in bitter tears ; 
True love grows the fonder 
By the lapse of years. 
Time, and change, and troubles, 
Meaner ties unbind ; 
But the love redoubles | 
True affection twined. + ANON. 
His words are bonds, his oaths ure oracles ; 
His love sincere, his thoughts immacula te ; 
His tears, pure messengers sent from his ne art 5 
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His heart as far from fraud as heaven from ear‘h. 
SH AKSPEAR. 
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