Classic Poem

While Iole the fatal Change declares,
Alemena 's pitying Hand oft wip'd her Tears.
Grief too stream'd down her Cheeks; soon Sorrow flies,
And rising Joy the trickling Moisture dries,
Lo Iolaus stands before their Eyes.
A Youth he stood; and the soft Down began
O'er his smooth Chin to spread, and promise Man
Hebe submitted to her Husband's Pray'rs,
Instill'd new Vigour, and restor'd his Years.