Everygirl. Oh, stay with me, and never go away!
[Work takes her hand. Health advances.]
Health. You see in me the thing that makes work sweet,
Without me all the world is bitter.
For I am Health, and with me beauty
Comes, and strength to labor and do good.
All things do I make possible,
For I create a palace beautiful
In which your thoughts may live and grow more fine
Because of fair surroundings.