Democratic Standard

FORGET ME NOT.

"Forget me not," in accents mild

My mother says, "beloved child—

Forget me not, when far away,

Amidst a thoughtless world you stray—

Forget me not, when fools would win

Your footsteps to the path of sin;

Forget me not, when urged to wrong

—By passions and temptations strong;

Forget me not, when pleasure's snare

Would lead you from the house of prayer.

Forget me not, in feeble age,

But let me then your thoughts engage,

And think, my child, how fondly I

Watched o'er your helpless infancy;

Forget me not, when death shall close

These eyelids in their last repose,

And evening breezes softly wave

The grass upon thy mother's grave;

Oh, then, whate'er thy age and lot

May be, my child, forget me not.

There's not a heart, however rude,

But hath some little flower

To brighten up its solitude,

And scent the evening hour.

There's not a heart however cast

By grief and sorrow down,

But hath some memory of the past

To love and call its own.