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Not sweet to smell, nor fair to sight,
And useless as an anchorite,
Who feasted on continual fasting,
Art thou indeed “the Everlasting ?”
Yes, so indeed, 'tis ever so ;
'Tis right that God should only show
His goodness for a little while.
Brief is the being of a smile,
And pity's tears are quickly dry,
And all good things are born to die ;
While things unholy, of small worth,
Endure a weary time on earth.
But think not, therefore, that the good
Is but the Giver's fitful mood.
He only lets us have a taste
Of heavenly good, and then in haste
Withdraws it, that we may be led
To seek it at the fountain-head;
While for the earth he leaves a feint,
The idol of the permanent,-
A something very like, indeed,
But not the same ; a worthless weed
That hath the form, but not the power,
The juice, or fragrance of a flower.

THE FORGET-ME-NOT.

THERE is a little and a pretty flower,
That you may find in many a garden plot;
Yet wild it is, and grows amid the stour
Of public roads, as in close-wattled bower:
Its name in English is, Forget-me-not.

Sweet was the fancy of those antique ages That put a heart in every stirring leaf, Writing deep morals upon Nature's pages, Turning sweet flowers into deathless sages, To calm our joy and sanctify our grief.

And gladly would I know the man or child,
But no !—it surely was a pensive girl
That gave so sweet a name to floweret wild,
A harmless innocent, and unbeguiled,
To whom a flower is precious as a pearl.

Fain would I know, and yet I can but guess,
How the blue floweret won a name so sweet.
Did some fond mother, bending down to bless
Her sailing son, with last and fond caress,
Give the small plant to guard him through the fleet?

Did a kind maid, that thought her lover all
By which a maid would fain beloved be,
Leaning against a ruin'd abbey wall,
Make of the flower an am'rous coronal,
That still should breathe and whisper, “Think of me?"

But were I good and holy as a saint,
Or hermit dweller in secluded grot,
If e’er the soul in hope and love were faint,
Then, like an antidote to mortal taint,
I'd give the pretty flower Forget-me-not.

SONNETS AND OTHER POEMS

REFERRING TO THE PERIOD OF

INFANCY AND CHILDHOOD.

VOL. II,

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