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THE FLORAL
FORGET-ME-NOT.
Oh how the spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glories of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
The uncertain glories of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Shakspeare.
Perfect esteem, enlivened by desire
Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence.
Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence.
Thomson.
