IN thy profession thou hast many peers, Whose skill may equal thine: but few I know, Whom converse, manners, kindness, so endears To patients, in that most impatient wo Disease gives birth to. I would rather be (As who would not?) a stranger to you all: But if I were by sad necessity Compell'd to seek for aid, thine would I call. For I have found thee, in some tedious hours Of pain and languor, capable of being Expert in more than med'cine's healing powers; Not nauseous drugs, alone, with pomp decreeing, But nearly able by thy @3social@1 skill To make me half forget that I was ill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LAIS' MIRROR by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS INTERVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WATER SPORT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |