Classic Poem

When freed from Envy's Rage,
Great Harvey left th' unthankful Age,
Commanded to bestow
Immortal Youth on Hero's Shades below.
'Twas then, the pitying Pow'rs which all foresee,

Did thee most learned Garth decree,
Nature's Secrets to explore,
To give us Ease, our Health restore,
And lash our Mirmil's dull Degen'racy.
Soon from their Cells, the latent Seeds advance,

And frame a sacred mystick Dance:
Here sympathetick Accents shine,
There others healing and divine;
The tuneful too their Stations know,
And Fire and Air together flow;
'Till they the noble Structure form'd,
With ev'ry nat'ral Gift adorn'd,
Not like the Work of Chance.