Catchfly, Red - The Language of Flowers

Catchfly, Red.
Youthful Love.

Never forget the holy love,
It hath been ours to keep
Undimmed amid all cares and toils-
The true, the pure, the deep.
The trusting love of early youth,
Still fair in its own changeless truth.

Never forget-it hath been joy,
In suffering and in tears,
To know that thou wert still the same
As in our earlier years.
The cup of life were bitterer yet,
Could I but deem thou wouldst forget.
Miss J. A. Fletcher.