Classic Poem

TRANSLATION. BY MR. COOKE .

O P HoeBUS , deity, whose powerful hand
Can spread diseases through the joyful land,
Alike all-powerful to relieve the pain,
And bid the groaning nations smile again;
When this our pride you see, confess you find
In him what art can do with labour join'd:
No more the world thy direful threats shall fear,
While he, the youth, our remedy is near:
Suppress thy rage; with verse thy son inspire,
The dart neglected, to assume the lyre.