The Babe, And The Forget-Me-Not

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Title:     The Babe, And The Forget-Me-Not
Author: Lydia H. Sigourney [More Titles by Sigourney]

A babe, who like the opening bud
Grew fairer day by day,
Made friendship with the loving flowers
Amid his infant play;

And though full many a gorgeous plant
Display'd its colours bright,
Yet with the meek Forget-me-not
He took his chief delight.

From mantel-vase, or rich bouquet,
He cull'd his favourite gem,
Well pleas'd its lowly lips to kiss,
And gently clasp its stem.

So, when to dreamless rest he sank,
For soon he was to fade,
That darling friend, Forget-me-not,
Was on his bosom laid;

And when, beside the mother's couch,
Who weepeth for his sake,
Some vision of his heavenly joy
Doth midnight darkness break,

He cometh with a cherub smile
In garments of the bless'd,
And weareth a Forget-me-not
Upon his sinless breast.

[The end]
Lydia H. Sigourney's poem: Babe, And The Forget-Me-Not

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