Classic Poem

A triple health to Friendship, Science, Art,
From heads and hands that own a common heart!
Each in its turn the others' willing slave,
Each in its season strong to heal and save.

Friendship's blind service, in the hour of need,
Wipes the pale face, and lets the victim bleed.
Science must stop to reason and explain;
Art claps his finger on the streaming vein.

But Art's brief memory fails the hand at last;
Then S CIENCE lifts the flambeau of the past.
When both their equal impotence deplore,
When Learning sighs, and Skill can do no more,
The tear of F RIENDSHIP pours its heavenly balm,
And soothes the pang no anodyne may calm!