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tell thee a story, friend, Here, under this shady tree; If thou 'lt keep it close in thy faithful breast, I'll whisper the whole to thee

I had a lover once, In my early, sunny hours; A fair and fanciful youth was he, And he told his love in flowers.

I remember its waking sigh;— We roam'd in a verdant spot, And he cull'd for me a cluster bright Of the purple "Forget me not."

But I was a giddy girl, So I toss'd it soon away, Gathering the dandelion buds, And the wild-grape's gadding spray.