The Forget Me Not

The Forget Me Not
 
There is a sweet, a lovely flower,
     Tinged deep with faith’s unchanging hue,
Pure as the ether in its hour
     Of loveliest and serenest blue.
The streamlet’s gentle side it seeks,
     The silent fount, the shaded grot;
And sweetly to the heart it speaks
     Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.
 
See the flowers, how they grow;
     Hear the winds that gently blow.
Bird and insect, flower and tree,
     Know they must not idle be;
Each has something it must do
     Little children, so must you.
Oh, this sweet and lovely flower
     Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.
 
by Author Unknown