Forget-me-not

I am the flower that every age has sung. My name has trembled on the unwilling tongue; Midst sad farewells how mournfully has rung Forget-me-not!

I image best the heaven's eternal blue! Though transient clouds may hide it from the view, It shineth still, faith's never-changing hue, Forget-me-not.

The restless brook, the river's deeper flow. Beside my quiet home still come and go; I kiss the waters, murmuring soft and low, Forget-me-not.

The birds above me hovering on the wing, List the hushed whisper, and the woodlands ring With the light choral as they answering sing, Forget-me-not.

The laughing eddies hastening to the sea With rippling echoes mock the symphony. The rude winds toss it on their pinions free, Forget-me-not.

And human voices catch the sweet refrain. In loving accents fraught with human pain, Repeating still the never-dying strain, Forget-me-not.