A. Moore
When to the flowers so beautiful,
The Father gave a name,
Back came a little blue-eyed one,
So timidly it came
And hurrying to the Father's feet,
And gazing in his face it said,
"Dear Lord, the name thou gavest me
I have forgot."
Kindly the Master looked him down
and said, "Forget-me-not."
When to the flowers so beautiful,
The Father gave a name,
Back came a little blue-eyed one,
So timidly it came
And hurrying to the Father's feet,
And gazing in his face it said,
"Dear Lord, the name thou gavest me
I have forgot."
Kindly the Master looked him down
and said, "Forget-me-not."
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