Orpheus - The Hymns of Orpheus - LXVII: To Health lyrics

O Much-desir'd, prolific, gen'ral queen, Hear me, life-bearing, Health, of beauteous mien, Mother of all; by thee diseases dire, Of bliss destructive, from our life retire; And ev'ry house is flourishing and fair, If with rejoicing aspect thou art there: Each dædal art, thy vig'rous force inspires, And all the world thy helping hand desires; Pluto life's bane alone resists thy will, And ever hates thy all-preserving sk**. O fertile queen, from thee forever flows To mortal life from agony repose; And men without thy all-sustaining ease, Find nothing useful, nothing form'd to please; Without thy aid, not Plutus' self can thrive, Nor man to much afflicted age arrive; For thou alone of countenance serene, Dost govern all things, universal queen. Assist thy mystics with propitious mind, And far avert disease of ev'ry kind.