Once I was a surgeon, yes, long ago….

In hallowed halls sought mysteries of life,

Studied the sacred places where blood flows

And too, the art of hands that draw the knife.

I learned that I could not cure every ill,

For, like the devil, many forms it takes—

There oft the finest craft could only still…

For who prevails where love of God forsakes?

A gilded knight, I was still proud to serve

And worthy tasks are not without reward;

From that stern solemn oath I did not swerve

As many tribulations I did thwart.

No greater calling than a life to save;

No greater burden than that snake-bound stave.