Roderick J. Flanagan,
Australian and Other Poems
(1887)
“ Charmed by my touch the lyre inspires the soul; My arrow's certain in its airy course; But one more certain, and of deadlier force. Has pierced with painful wound my hapless heart, 'Till now unmoved by Cupid's direful art. The laws of physic owe to me their birth, I'm called the healer through the extended earth; In sweet and grateful herbs the charms that lie To me alone 'tis given to descry. Alas! that herbs to love no cure afford. And arts that all do bless, bless not their lord. ”

