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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.