Classic Poem

With healing Wings, intent on doing Good ,
An Angel visited Bethesda 's Flood;
Quick as the Morning Ray, or Ev'ning Beam,
Himself diffusing through the Vital Stream:
The Sick who drink, the Impotent who lave,
Dive from Diseases, and deceive the Grave.
Tho' Miracles are ceas'd , yet all confess,
Your Work , and You , are — only something less .
So much is to your Worth and Learning due,
Bath is Bethesda ; the Good Angel , You.