Daughter of Pæon, queen of every joy, HYGEIA[1]; whose indulgent smile sustains The various race luxuriant nature pours, And on th’ immortal essences bestows Immortal youth; auspicious, O descend! 5 Thou, chearful guardian of the rolling year, Whether thou wanton’st on the western gale, Or shak’st the rigid pinions of the north, Diffusest life and vigour thro’ the tracts Of air, thro’ earth, and ocean’s deep domain. 10 When thro’ the blue serenity of heav’n Thy power approaches, all the wasteful host Of pain and sickness, squallid and deform’d, Confounded sink into the loathsom gloom, Where in deep Erebus involv’d the fiends 15 Grow more profane. Whatever shapes of death, Shook from the hide…
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