THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
G9 
ACACIA, YELLOW. 
(Secret Love.) 
Thou, like a star-flower in the wood, 
Thy modest charms art hiding; 
Content with humbly doing good, 
And in God’s love abiding. 
But though the world observes thee not, 
In one fond heart thou’rt treasured ; 
And bright indeed must be the lot 
That shares a love unmeasured. 
A M A R A N T H.* 
(Immortality.) 
Oh ! not for the hue of thy roseate cheek, 
Nor the dimpled rubies that smile and speak ; 
Oh! not for the flash of thy glowing eye, 
Nor the eloquent sound of thy soft, low sigh, 
Do I love thee, bright being of passion and grace. 
’Tis the soul, the sweet soul in thy beautiful face, 
The spirit immortal, the charm that ne’er dies, 
That from death and the gloom of the grave will arise; 
* Of this plant there are many species. The prettiest is the Globe 
Amaranth—flowers red, unfading. 
