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To Æsculapius now I raise the strain,
Before whose art fly pale disease and pain.—
To Phœbus, whom Coronis fair and young,
Coronis, from the royal Phlegyas sprung,
Bore mid the Dotian plains:—a bless'd relief
To suffering man from auguish and from grief.
Hail, mighty king! and with propitious ear,
O deign thy humble suppliant's vows to hear.
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