And I expiring, desolate, unprized,
Beseech assistance, and beseech in vain.”
Such were the cries that to Olympus rose,
When in the fields of Albion found remote,
Variola’s fell havocs to oppose,
Kind Nature show’d the happy antidote.
The docile mother of the herd was found
Enrich’d with this great gift; there stored attent
Where from her copious milky founts around
She gives so many life and aliment.