Written
upon
the
Rocks
at
Tunbridge
,
on
seeing
the
Names
of
several
Persons
written
there
.
Hither
,
amongst
the
Crouds
,
that
shun
The
smoaky
Town
,
and
sultry
Sun
,
In
cooling
Springs
to
seek
for
Health
,
Or
throw
away
superfluous
Wealth
,
A
Native
of
Hibernia
came
,
Thus
writ
her
Thoughts
,
but
not
her
Name
.
Hither
the
Britons
,
void
of
Care
,
A
happy
,
free-born
Race
,
repair
:
Whilst
I
,
who
feel
a
diff'rent
Fate
,
Lament
my
Country's
wretched
State
;
The
pitying
Rocks
return
my
Lays
,
Just
Emblem
of
the
barren
Bays
.
Thus
far
—
When
,
lo
!
the
God
of
Wit
,
Who
slightly
glanc'd
on
what
was
writ
,
Suspend
,
he
cries
,
thy
Cares
a-while
;
My
Sackville
soon
shall
bless
your
lsle
:
No
longer
talk
of
barren
Bays
;
Remember
,
'tis
a
Dorset
sways
.