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Show Legends of the Beautiful Forget-Me-Not: "Tlio sweet forget-mo-not tha blooms for happy lovors," Iisb moro beautiful legends clinging to its namo than nny other llower. They begin "In iho beginning," with tho creation. According to one beautiful talc, tho Lord called tho plants in tlio Oardet' of Kden before him to glvo them their unities and color. As ho spoko to one after another, a tiny llower thought Itself It-self unnoticed nnd, fearful of being quite overlooked, It timidly plondod: "Dear Lord, forgot mo not." Tho Creator Cre-ator turned sternly toward tho llttlo plant thnt dared to Interrupt him, then, seeing how sorely afraid It wns ho gently smiled upon It, gavo It for its color tho heavens' own blue, and called It Forget-me-not as a reminder thnt It had onco been so foolish as to doubt him. It Is tho Persians who have fashioned fash-ioned a benutlful legend to tell how It Is that those llowors nro scattered ovor tho earth as tho stars aro spread over tho sky. According to thorn, ono morning of glory when tho world was now an angel stood weeping outsldo tho closed gnto of Parndlso. Ho had fallen, In that ho had loved a fair 4k. jjSrav "Ho had fallen, In Pint ho loved a fair daughter of earth. Together thoy mi-tired mi-tired In, for tho anttvl's groat love, had lifted tho woman to J'aradlse." daughter of earth. When his eyet had rested on her as sho sat on n river's bank weaving forget-me-nots In hor hair, heaven and his mission to rarth were alike forgotten. Now ho might no moro enter In until his bo-loved bo-loved had sown all over the earth the forget-me-nots. Ho returned to hor ami, hand In hand, they wnudered, planting overywhero tho sweet azure llowors. When, at last, thoro romalned on earth no spot barren of theso blossoms, blos-soms, thoy turned again to tho gato nnd found It open. Together they en-terod en-terod In, for tho angel's great lovo had lifted tho woman to Paradlso. |