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 tone and with a modest grace,
“Dear God, the name Thou gavest me, Alas I have forgot!”
Kindly the Father looked him down and said:
“Forget-me-not.”
By Emily Bruce Roelofson; born in 1832, Cincinnati