Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/On Health
Oh! tell me, Cambrians, tell me true,
Does fair Hygeïa 'bide with you?
"Yes, she with us for ever dwells,
In groves, in shady woods, or dells.
Oh! stranger, turn and stay—for here
She deigns to give her influence dear.
In yonder vale her temple stands;
Her brows entwin'd with roseate bands:
In Cambria's land she ever dwells,
In groves, in shady woods, or dells.”