Written in the blank leaf of a "Forget Me Not."
I.
Lady, I would this little gift
Should tell in years to come of me,
And on thy failing memory lift,
A thought of one who honors thee.
II.
I never read a favorite book,
If read by one, my youth has known,
But it recalls the tone, the look,
That dwelt with them, tho' years have flown.
III.
The simple mark, their pencil traced,
Recalls some cherished thought or word --
A feeling -- not to be effaced
By aught the heart may since have heard.
IV.
Then let this little work possess
That silent, but endearing spell,
Which in thy hours of happiness,
A something still of me may tell.
First published in The Sydney Herald, 13 March 1834
I.
Lady, I would this little gift
Should tell in years to come of me,
And on thy failing memory lift,
A thought of one who honors thee.
II.
I never read a favorite book,
If read by one, my youth has known,
But it recalls the tone, the look,
That dwelt with them, tho' years have flown.
III.
The simple mark, their pencil traced,
Recalls some cherished thought or word --
A feeling -- not to be effaced
By aught the heart may since have heard.
IV.
Then let this little work possess
That silent, but endearing spell,
Which in thy hours of happiness,
A something still of me may tell.
First published in The Sydney Herald, 13 March 1834
