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