FORGET - ME - NOT POEM
When to the flowers so beautiful
The Father gave a name,
Back came a little blue-eyed one
All timidly it came
And standing at its Father's feet
and gazing in His face,
It said, in low and trembling tonewith sweet and gentle grace,
" Dear God, the name Thou gavest me,
Alas I have forgot ! "
So kindly looked the Father down
and said: "Forget-me-not."