FLOEA’S ALBUM. 
Acacia, Yellow. 
“ The acacia waves her yellow hair.” — Mookb. 
CONCEALED LOVE. 
No searching eye can pierce the veil 
That o’er my secret love is thrown; 
No outward signs reveal its tale, 
But to my bosom known. 
Thus, like the spark, whose vivid light 
In the dark flint is hid from sight. 
It dwells within, alone. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
Do any thing hut love ; or, if thou lovest. 
And art a woman, hide thy love from him 
Whom thou dost Worship ; never let him know 
How dear he is ; flit like a bird before him ; 
Lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; 
But be not won; or thou wilt, like that bird. 
When caught and caged, be left to pine neglected. 
And perish in forgetfulness. 
L. E. Landon. 
