Prologue (Dramatic Idyls, Second Series)

"You are sick, that 's sure,"--they say:
"Sick of what?"--they disagree.
"'T is the brain,"--thinks Doctor A;
"'T is the heart,"--holds Doctor B;
"The liver--my life I 'd lay!"
"The lungs!" "The lights!"
Ah me!
So ignorant of man's whole
Of bodily organs plain to see--
So sage and certain, frank and free,
About what 's under lock and key--
Man's soul!