Kindly Moritasgus, guide of the physician
and the surgeon, friend of the ailing and the ill,
the feeble and the frail, bone-knitter, pain-soother,
steadfast companion of blessed Damona,
god of the land long lost, of storied Alesia,
god of those courageous ones who stood their ground
when Caesar brought his force to bear, I call to you.
Your temple stood tall by the wholesome spring,
where those who sought healing would bathe and rest,
where the needful would pray, where those restored would make
offerings of gratitude and praise. Moritasgus,
granter of long and lusty life, I honor you.

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