[Poetical] Address, [Anonymous]

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Another year is gone and past,

Nor life, nor time, was made to last:

As through the months which are no more,

So through the time now passing o'er,

I said, and say, each fleeting day,     5

Forget Me Not.

While the chill Winter's bound in frost,

And Nature's gayest beauty's lost;

While the crackling dry faggots blaze,

And echoing songs the Minstrels raise;     10

Through day or night, 'mid your delight,

Forget Me Not.

When Phoebus calls the blooming Spring,

And tells the nightingale to sing;

When other strains, and other measures,     15

Awake the soul to softer pleasures;

Amid the day, while zephyrs play,

Forget Me Not.

When Summer bids its bounty yield

The yellow harvests of the field;     20

When rural sports the hear employ

In many a festival of joy;

Amid those hours, in shady bowers,

Forget Me Not.

When Autumn's loaded branches shine,     25

And bursting clusters give their wine;

When the yearly sun grows old,

And heat begins to yield to cold,

While the leaves fall -- within the hall

Forget Me Not.     30

Through ev'ry change and chance of time,

In life's first days, in pleasure's prime;

Or, in advancing years, when age

Begins to mark life's closing page;

Through the varying seasons all,     35

Whate'er my lot, FORGET ME NOT,

And keep my gift, though the gift be small.