
112 THE BOUQUET. 

ST. JOHN'S WORT, 
HyprERicum. 
Animosity. 
LET my curse be upon him, 
The faithless of heart! 
Let the smiles that have won him 
In frowning depart! 
Let his best cherished blossom 
Of sympathy die, 
And the hopes of his bosom 
In shadows go by! 
Ay, curse him! but keep 
The poor boon of his breath, 
Till he sigh for the sleep 
And the quiet of death! 
Let a viewless one haunt him 
With whisper and jeer, 
And an evil one daunt him 
With phantoms of fear! 
Be the fiend unforgiving, 



That follows his tread; 
Let him walk with the living, 
Yet gaze on the dead! 
J. G. WHITTIER. 









