Forget thee? by John Moultrie.

Part 2 of 3.

“Forget thee?”

—Bid the forest-birds forget their sweetest tune;
“Forget thee?”—Bid the sea forget to swell beneath the moon;
Bid the thirsty flowers forget to drink the eve’s refreshing dew;
Thyself forget thine “own dear land,” and its “mountains wild and blue;”
Forget each old familiar face, each long-remembered spot;—
When these things are forgot by thee, then thou shalt be forgot!