Ecaria. 
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Farewell! I’ve loved thee much!—I feel 
That my idolatry was deep; 
I know my heart can never heal, 
Till in the grave my passions sleep. 
Yet I upbraid thee not, my love; 
’Twas all I had to offer thee, 
Love in its own simplicity. 
How could I deem thou wouldst approve? 
How hope to draw an angel from above? 
Willis. 
Acacia. . ..Friendship. 
The Acacia is a native of North America, from 
Canada to the Carolinas, and was consecrated by the 
Indians to the goddess of chaste love. Their bows 
were made of the incorruptible wood of this tree, and 
their arrows were pointed with its thorns. About a 
century ago, this tree was introduced into France by 
Robin, the botanist. It is a large, handsome tree, of 
quick growth, elegant foliage, and beautiful, rose-co¬ 
loured blossoms. 
Celestial happiness! Whene’er she stoops 
To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, 
And one alone, to make her sweet amends 
For absent heaven—the bosom of a friend, 
Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, 
Each other’s pillow to repose divine. 
Young. 
