Another, all whose face
Bore marks of patience, train’d by years of care.
His glasses, shifted oft with easy grace,
Great coat, large pockets, and abundant hair
Marked him — “physician.” one whose calm, wise air
Can bid the raging fever sink to rest;
And turn to smiles his patients’ weary stare.
While children wonder at his bottle-chest, And how a still pulse tells him just what pill is best.
By: George Lansing Raymond
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