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 the Father’s feet And gazing on His face, It said, in meek and timid voice, Yet with a gentle grace: “Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me, Alas, I have forgot.” The Father kindly looked on her And said, “Forget-me-not.”