Forget Me Not

When to the flowers

so beautiful the Father gave a name,

Back came a little blue-eyed one

(All timidly it came);

And standing at its Father's feet

and gazing in His face,

It said, in low and trembling tone

and with a modest grace,

"Dear God, the name Thou gavest me,

Alas I have forgot!"

Kindly the Father looked him down

and said: "Forget-me-not."