Volume 2 — "FORGET-ME-NOT."

"Forget—forget me not!" Vain, piteous human prayer! We all are doomed to be forgot; It is, alas! the common lot Of mortals everywhere. 'Tis everywhere the same; Over the olden stone That bears the once dear dead one's name, Whom love and tears could not reclaim, The willow weeps alone! There is no sadder thought Of death and its sweet rest Than that we are so soon forgot— E'en in those hearts remembered not, That we have loved the best. It hath been so, and must So be for aye and aye: And though it seemeth hardly just, Affection will not cling to dust, Nor linger with decay. Where'er above the dead The gentle willow waves, The warmest tears are ever shed, The freshest flowers ever spread, Over the freshest graves! Thomas Hubbard.