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 the Father's feet and gazing in His face
It said, in low and trembling tones and with a modest grace,
"Dear God, the name Thou gavest me, alas, I have forgot."
The Father kindly looked Him down and said, "Forget-me-not."
--_Anon._