Classic Poem

While in these fountains bright Belinda laves,
She adds new virtues to the healing waves:
Thus in Bethseda's pool an angel stood,
Bade the soft waters heal, and bless'd the flood:
But from her eye such bright destruction flies,
In vain they flow; for her the lover dies.

No more let Tagus boast, whose beds unfold
A shining treasure of all-conq'ring gold;
No more the Po, whose wand'ring waters stray
In mazy errors thro' the starry way:
Henceforth these springs superior honours share;
There Venus laves, but my Belinda here.