Flowers, Bright Flowers!

FLOWERS from the wild-wood, Flowers, bright flowers! Springing in desert spot, Where man dwelleth not,-- Flowers, bright flowers, Cheering the traveller's lot. Given to one and all, Flowers, bright flowers! When man neglecteth thee, When he rejecteth thee, Flowers, bright flowers, God's hand protecteth thee! Remnants of paradise, Flowers, bright flowers! Tinged with a heavenly hue, Reflecting its azure blue, Flowers, bright flowers, Brightest earth ever knew! Cheering the desolate, Flowers, bright flowers! Coming with fragrance fraught, From Heaven's own breezes caught, Flowers, bright flowers, Teachers of holy thought! Borne to the curtained room, Flowers, bright flowers! Where the sick longs for light, Then, for the shades of night, Flowers, bright flowers, Gladdening the wearied sight! High on the mountain-top, Flowers, bright flowers! Low in sequestered vale, On cliff, mid rock, in dale, Flowers, bright flowers, Ye do prevail!

FORGET ME NOT.

FORGET me not when other lips Shall whisper love to thee; Forget me not when others twine Their chaplets for thy brow; Forget me not, for I am thine, Forever onward true as now, As long as time shall be. There may be words thou mayest doubt, But when I tell thee "I am thine," Believe the heart's assurance true, In sorrow and in mirth Forever it doth turn to you, Confiding, trusting in thy worth. Thou wilt, I know, be mine.