To Doctor GREEN

The arduous Task, Infection to defeat, Be thine; the Heart-corroding Pang remove, And chearful Health to drooping Life restore. From all the Channels of the vital Stream Successful drive the lurking Mischief forth, By salutary Draught, or various Skill, By Esculapius taught, with sov'reign Pow'r To calm the Tempest of the raging Blood. When dark seditious Vapours from the Lake Of Life ascend, to blot bright Reason's Ray, And dim the Eye of Thought: when wild Uproar Confounds the intellectual Frame, and all The raging Anarchy of Soul prevails, How dismal then the Chaos of the Mind! Each broken Sentiment and shatter'd Thought, The fractur'd Phraze unhing'd, and all the Wreck. Of thinking Pow'r! Can of immortal Minds The Offspring, Thought, with noxious Fluids blend, And tinge Ideas in the tainted Mass? So closely ty'd is the connubial Knot, Which weds with Flesh the intellectual Soul; And so reciprocal their tender Springs, So corresponding are their feeling Pow'rs. Amazing Laws! where Agents so unlike United form the noble Creature Man.— Man, after his Creator's Image made, To Angels near a-kin; yet compass'd round (Sad Legacy!) with mortal Maladies By Flesh inherited; a thousand Ills His feeble Frame obnoxious find without, Or dreadful raise rebellious Feuds within; When Insurrections strong from Humours rise Hostile, imbib'd in soft respiring Gales, The Vehicles of Death oft found, or when Excess, the Child of Appetite unrein'd, Would act auxiliar to the Hand of Fate, And midway snap the thin-spun Thread of Life; Did not thy healing Hand with happy Skill Retrieve the Wretch from Death's voracious Jaw, Recall to Life, and disappoint the Grave.