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To the Right Honourable John Earl of Westmoreland,
On his return from France, in the Year, 1752.
To foreign Climes, illustrious Fame, you roan,
In search of Health you could not gain at Home;
Yet, gen'rous man, thou no Relief could'st find
For the Disorder of thy troubled Mind,
Again return'd to thy lov'd native Shore,
Let state afflictions rack thine Heart no more:
Hail Patriot true! Long on the Kentish Plains,
On thy Paternal Lands where Plenty reigns,
With thy lov'd Consort may'st thou live, possess'd,
Of the fair Cherub Health, compleatly bess'd.
Like the great Censor in the Sabine Ground
Enjoy thy Lot, in Quietude renown'd,
While the just muse, true to thy virtuous Fame,
Shall to thy Countrymen proclaim thy Name.
In search of Health you could not gain at Home;
Yet, gen'rous man, thou no Relief could'st find
For the Disorder of thy troubled Mind,
Again return'd to thy lov'd native Shore,
Let state afflictions rack thine Heart no more:
Hail Patriot true! Long on the Kentish Plains,
On thy Paternal Lands where Plenty reigns,
With thy lov'd Consort may'st thou live, possess'd,
Of the fair Cherub Health, compleatly bess'd.
Like the great Censor in the Sabine Ground
Enjoy thy Lot, in Quietude renown'd,
While the just muse, true to thy virtuous Fame,
Shall to thy Countrymen proclaim thy Name.
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