The painful symptoms they delight to heal;
Patient in all their trials, they sustain
The starts of passion, the reproach of pain;
With hearts affected, but with looks serene,
Intent they wait through all the solemn scene;
Glad, if a hope should rise from nature's strife,
To aid their skill and save the lingering life.
But this must virtue's generous effort be,
And spring from nobler motives than a fee:
To the physicians of the soul, and these,