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Forfeits no tongue rehearses,
They yield to sterner stuff; And blind old Homer's verses
Succeed to blindman's buff: But when young flowers are wreathing
Yon cottage pale with bloom, And summer airs are breathing
The summer skies' perfume, How fondly, homeward hieing,
I'll hail each long-loved spot, That now, though mute, seems sigbing,
Farewell—forget me not !
The deer-bedappled park;
Sweet birth place of the lark;
The pleasant brook-side grot; The leafless chesnut alleys ;
Plead all-forget me not!
Adieu, my bonny grey;
There's good-bye in thy neigh :
Fast from the bailiff's cot,
It says—forget me not!
For tomes of classic lore:
And glean a honey'd store;
'Twas study wrought their glory,
And it may be my lot
Make men--forget me not!
Adieu, mamma-adieu, too,
Sisters and brothers all;.
And mind you send the ball,
If these should be forgot,
Good-bye-forget me not!
FROM THE GREEK OF PYTHAGORAS.
Let not soft slumbers close my eyes,
137.40 SPARE MY FLOWER. O spare my flower, my gentle flower,
The slender creature of a day!
And pass away.
Decayed, unnoticed, overthrown;
So like my own.
And sigh to find its playmate gone;
And meet with none.
Its beauties to the passing eye,
Upon the sky O spare my flower! Thou know'st not what
Thy undiscerning hand would tear ;
Lie treasur'd there.
Was clad like Nature's simplest child,
One floweret wild.
Of the Almighty's power and skill;
Its homage still.
He made it who makes nought in vain;
He watches it who watches thee,
138.-THE INCHCAPE ROCK, (1)
OR THE ROVER'S FATE.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea.
Without either sign or sound of their shock,'
The good old abbot of Aberbrothock
When the rock was hid by the surge's swell,
 The Inchcape Rock is a dangerous sunken rock off the coast of Forfarshire, Scotland, on which the Bell-Rock Light-house now stands.
The sun in heaven was shining gay,
 Rover--wanderer, pirate.