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_On the origin of the application of the name of the "Fleur de
Souvenance," (modern "Forget-me-not,") to the Myosotis Scorpiodis._

(_For the Mirror._)


A gallant knight and a lady bright
Walk'd by a crystal lake;
The twin'd oaks made a grateful shade
Above the fangled brake,
While the trembling leaves of aspen trees
A murmuring music make.

And as they spoke, round them echoes woke
To tales of love and glory;
The knight was brave, though of love the slave,
And the dame lov'd gallant story--
Proudly he told deeds gentle and bold,
Of warriors dead or hoary.

Like babe at rest on its mother's breast,
On that an island lay--
So still and fair reigned Nature there--
So bright the glist'ring spray,
You might have thought the scene had been wrought