“Say, could thy flow’rs of brightest dye
“Infection’s force withstand?
“Ah! what could all thy beauties do,
“If plagues laid waste the land?
VI.
“Mean as I am, the task is mine,
“To purge th’ unwholesome air;
“To clear the brain, the blood refine,
“And seat Hygeia[28] there.
VII.