ELDEST born of powers divine! Blessed 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 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. |