SELECT POETRY.
TO A LADY, WITH A WREATH Of* FLOWERS. Forget mo not!—Forget me not! Rat let these simple little flowers Remind thee of his lonely lot, Who loved thee in life’s purest hours. When hearts and hopes ware hallow’d thing's E’er gladness broke the lyre she brought; Then, ch ! \vE :< Havered 6-il its strings, Forget me sot!—Forget Hie not ? We met 'ere yet the world had tome To wither up the strings of truth, Amiid the faoiy joys of home, , Arid in 'the first warm blush of youth) tVe parted »s they never part, Whose teats are doomed to he forgot; Ob t by that agony of Heart, Forget me not! —Forget me not ? Thine eyii mast watch these flowerets fade. Thy spals its idols melt away ; But, oh ! when friends and flowers lie dead, Love can embalm them in decay i And when thy spirit sighs along The shadowy scenes of hoarded thought, Oh! listen to its pleading song— , Forget ihe not;—Forget, me not !
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Auckland Times, Volume 2, Issue 58, 20 February 1844, Page 4
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166SELECT POETRY. Auckland Times, Volume 2, Issue 58, 20 February 1844, Page 4
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