When to the flowers so beautiful
The Father gave a name,
There came a little blue-eyed one
All timidly it came
And standing at the Father's feet,
And gazing in His face,
It said with low and timid voice,
And yet with gentle grace,
"Dear Lord, the name thou gavest me,
Alas, I have forgot."
The Father kindly looked on him
And said, "Forget-me-not."
A non.
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