Classic Poem

Jove, who rules the Pow'rs above,
And governs all below;
For all that's good descends from Jove,
Who did this Gift bestow;
The new created Work with Pleasure view'd,
And bounteously with ev'ry Grace endued.
Go thou, (said he) on Earth appear,
In ev'ry Art excel,
Heal the Sick and chear the Well,
And be a second Æsculapius there.
In medick Skill thou shalt surpass
All that are, or ever was:
Disease thy dreaded Sight shall know,
And own that Pow'r I now bestow.
Go then!
And be't thy gen'rous Task Mankind to save,
Rescue from Death, and the deavouring Grave.