Forget-Me-Not by Emily Bruce Roelofson 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".