18 FLOBA’S DIAL. 
fcmuarg 24. 
OAK-LEAP.— Welcome. 
Let thy lore forever shine, 
Pilling me with power serene, — 
My soul, my inmost soul is thine, — 
Thine hath ever been. 
Pold me then within thy heart, 
Set thy seal on all that’s mine; 
Make my life some little part, 
Noblest soul, of thine! Anon. 
J'amtarn 25. 
MOTHERWORT. — Concealed Love. 
She loved; hut her bosom had buried the dart j 
And there, while she strove to conceal it, 
Its point had engraven his name on her heart, 
Too deep for her lips to reveal it. 
And now, not a trace of the name can be found j 
With darkness and silence hung o’er it, 
The sacred engraving is hid in the ground, 
Laid up in the bosom that bore it. 
Miss H. P. Gould. 
