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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 15, Issue 646, 11 January 1869, Page 4

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HEARTSEASE AND FORGET-ME-NOTS ® WHEREFORE dost thou mock my grief f With such sweet gifts as these ? For me, if I forget thee not, There can be no heart's ease. To think of thee is still to lovo, In vain to hope, to pine; To dream a dream of blissful life That never can be mine. That heart doth scarcely live whose life Is in the past, the lost— The motions of a living death Are all that it can boast. The heart that glows with generoui warmth A living love doth need— A quickening, ever-during hope, Its energies to feed. Be not unkind, to bid me go, Yet bid me not forget; Remembering thee, my life will be But one long lone regret. Thou would'st not wound my soul past cure, Then rack me not with aught That can bring back my grief and thee To fancy, sense, or thought. Take back thy flowers; if near thee, no Forget-me-nots I need, For in thy eyes, as blue as they, The sweet request I read. Take back thy flowers; for by thy sid« The dreariest scene can please; And, parted from thee, Eden's self For me hath no heart's ease. 0, take them baok, and give to me Thine own sweet self in place; I seem to feel their meaning most When gazing on thy face.