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 it’s Father’s feet,
And gazing into his face,
It said in low and trembling tones,
And with a modest grace,
“Dear God, the name thou gavest me,
Alas, I have forgot.”
The Father kindly looked him down,
And said, “Forget-me-not.”
~Anon 🦋
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