
THE BOUQUET. 

Farr Hope, with light and buoyant form, 
Came smiling through the clouds of care, 
Glanced bright defiance on the storm, 
And hung her bow of promise there. 
Mrs. Oscoop. 
ACACIA, YELLOW. 
ACACIA FARNESIANA. 
Concealed Love. 
Our sands are bare, but smiling there 
The Acacia waves her yellow hair, 
Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less 
For flowering in the wildemess. 
Moors. 
In many ways does the full heart reveal 
The presence of the love it would conceal. 
Look on a love, which knows not to despair, 
But all unquenched is still my better part, 
Dwelling deep in my shut aud silent heart, 
I told it not, I breathed it not; it was 
Sufficient to itself, its own reward. 
Thou wert to mea erystal-girded shrine, 
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