There's rosemary that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember;
and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.

There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you;
and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace
o'Sundays.  O! you must wear your rue with a difference.
There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they
withered all when my father died.  They say he made a
good end, -- For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.



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