These Plains, so joyous once to me, <br />Now sadly chang'd appear: <br />Hortensia I no more can see, <br />Who patroniz'd me here. <br /> <br />Fair Excellence, where--e'er you go, <br />May Kindred Angels wait, <br />To guard you thro' this Vale of Woe, <br />To your celestial Seat. <br /> <br />Sage Boerhaave! now exert your Art, <br />New Medicines explore: <br />A purer, or a nobler Heart, <br />Ne'er sought thy Aid before. <br /> <br />Your choicest Springs, Germania, give: <br />Goddess of Health, attend: <br />Long, long, and happy may she live, <br />The lonely Stranger's Friend.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-at-tunbridge-wells/
