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THE SEERESS OF PREVORST.
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Farewell; the debt I owe thee
 Ever in heart I bear;
My soul sees, since I know thee,
 The spirit depths so clear.
 
Whether in light or shade,
 Thy soul now dwelling hath;
Be, if my faith should fade,
 The guide upon my path.
 
Livest thou in mutual power,
 With spirits blest and bright,
O be, in death's dark hour,
 My help to heaven's light.
 
Upon thy grave is growing,
 The plant by thee beloved,[1]
St. Johns-wort golden glowing,
 Like St. John's thoughts of love.
 
Witness of sacred sorrow,
 Whene'er thou meet'st my eye,
O flower, from thee I borrow,
 Thoughts for eternity.
 
Farewell! the woes of earth
 No more my soul affright;
Who knows their temporal birth
 Can easy bear their weight.

I do confess this is a paraphrase, not a translation, also, that in the other extracts, I have taken liberties

  1. She received great benefit from decoctions of this herb, and often prescribed it to others.