Then, Varus, was the power display'd
Of medicine's heaven-directed aid.
Vers'd in each drug's balsamic use
The Daedal soils of earth produce,
In every flower of every hue,
And herb that drinks the morning dew,
Thy lenient hand allay'd each throw,
And gave a milder face to Woe;
Bade the bold pulse elastic play,
The eye emit its vivid ray,
Call'd back the flitting life again,
And Health inspir'd thro' every vein.