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147

FORGET ME NOT.

It is a Lover and his Bride,
Slowly walking side by side,
Through the golden eventide,
By a swift river.
Deep as love the water flows,
Fresh as joy the bramble grows,
Sweet as hope the west-wind blows,
By the swift river.
Now a blossom's eye of blue,
Laughing in the Lady's view,
Praiseth she its tender hue,
By the swift river.
Down the Young Man springeth gay,—
Fatal blossom! heavy day!
All at once the bank gives way,
By the swift river.
Throwing her the prize he sought
With these words—‘Forget me not!’
He falls and out of reach is caught
By the swift river.

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Evermore the Flow'r for name
Bears three mournful words, the same
With his last fond look that came,
By that swift river.
Many doleful partings be;
Joy is fled, and what have we?
A little flow'r for memory
By Time's swift river.