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HEALTH.
Thrice blessèd Health! Sum, substance of all good:Thyself chief blessing; thou of all the rest,
Dost grant long lease and touch to finer zest.
Joy's smile, Love's rapture, Beauty's rose, the flood
Of light which fills the eye's diviner mood
Of inspiration—these thou, and thy guest,
Sweet co-supreme Contentment, thy next best,
Twin guardian-angels, never seen at feud,
Alone can give; and that which crowns all these,
Life's salt, its perfume and quintessence fine,
Sound mind; by which, most like, man most doth please
His Maker, and doth rise to things divine;
And, poised in those true scales, maintains with ease
His balance on life's equatorial line.
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