The golden chord Mors, lingering, aimed to loose;
But kindness, care, and skill work wondrous cure,
Under the Roose!
The patient probably had played the goose,
Liverish, listless, yielding to the lure
Of overstrain, caught in neglect's sly noose.
But symptoms pass if patience but endure,
And Robson's regimen brooks no excuse.
Nerves get re-strung, the brisk blood pulses pure,
Under the Roose!