Forget Me Not

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:


By Emily Bruce Roelofson; born in 1832, Cincinnati

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