In the quiet glade where the willows weep,
A chant for the weary, a balm for the deep.
Whispers of yarrow and mint on the breeze,
Health be thy companion, and comfort to seize.

By the light of the moon, and the stars above,
I summon the forces with purest love.
Mend what is broken, restore what is lost,
Banish the ailments, no matter the...