Welcome to the
"Ode to The Spa"
Within this fount a NIAID lives
Whose pure embrace
fresh vigour gives
Her name is Health, a maiden fair,
With rosy cheeks and cheerful air.
When fiery Phoebus mounts the sky
And drinks the brooks and rivers dry
She seeks this silent peaceful cave
To bathe beneath the cooling wave
And here without, or praise, or pence
Her liquid bounty does dispense
So Charity, benignant Dame
Regardless of reward or fame
In secret gives - so hither come.
The Goddess seldom strays from home.
Anon
