A bright yellow flower, once held sacred to Yenus. 
SACRED AEEECTION. 
Oh! in the varied scenes of life, 
Is there a joy so sweet, 
As when amid its busy strife 
Congenial spirits meet? 
Feelings and thoughts, a fairy band, 
'Long hid from mortal sight. 
Then start, to meet the master hand, 
That calls them into light. 
When, turning o’er some pfled page, 
How, fondly do we pause, 
That dear companion to engage 
In answering applause! 
And when we list to Music’s sigh. 
How sweet, at every tone. 
To read within another’s eye 
The rapture of our own. 
