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Otago Witness, Issue 2130, 20 December 1894, Page 8

FORGET-ME-NOT. » (Specially written for the Witness Christmas Number of 15%.) By WYCH ELM, prar little flow'r, out-peeping, With bright and azuie rye, From some small wayside garden To jjreet the passer by, — All love thy simple beauty, Yet half thy charm. I wot, Lies in tbv name pathetic — Fovget-me-not. Is't true, the old-world story, How once upon a day Two lovers roani'd together In Life's delicious Slay Upon a river margin, Down whose steep bank a plot Of azure flowers was l.lo'imiug— Forget-me-nol? The maid admir'd their beauty, And, eager iv hisl>ve, The youth spranp o'er the margin, His zeal and faith to prove ; But, clutching at the blossoms, lie slipp'd- ah, hapless lot !— You bore his dying message— Forfiet-me-nut ! And since that time a pathos Cliups to your eyes of blue, That look, with nlaintive sweetness, The gazer thro' and thro. Be -ailing to themern'ry That lover, half forgot, "Whose la.-t words sweetly named you Forget-me-not. And she ?— how did she bear it, That maiden, sore bereft, Unto whose wild cai esses The flnw'rs aloue were left? Their freshness soon would wither 'Neath tears of anguish hot, Yet, wither'd, still could bid her "Forget-me-not!" Sure, never on the margin Of that sad, sicr<d strain Could she in others' praises Forget her fii st love dream, While, with a pleading beaut}', Your blossom* grae'd the spot, Breathing the lost one's message — "Forget-me-not!"