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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS, 
Acacia, Yellow. 
“The acacia waves her yellow hair.” — Moor. 
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, 
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It dwells within, alone. 
Mrs. HeMans. 
Do any thing but 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. HE. LANDON. 


















