Eldest born of powers divine! Bless`d Hygeia! be it mine To enjoy what thou canst give, And henceforth with thee to live: For in power if pleasure be Wealth or numerous progeny Or in amorous embrace, Where no spy infests the place; Or in aught that Heaven bestows To alleviate human woes, When the wearied heart despairs Of a respite from its cares; These cold and every true delight Flourish only in thy sight; And the sister graces three Owe, themselves, their youth to thee Without whom we may possess Much, but never happiness.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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