The Reverend Dr. L---. - Poem by Mary Barber
In vain you shew a happy Nation,
The Gospel's gracious Dispensation;
And plead from thence, to bring up Youth
To early Piety and Truth.
To unattentive Ears you preach,
What Miseries alone can teach.
'Tis said, Hibernia boasts a Flood,
Famous for petrefying Wood:
Tunbridge, thy Min'ral Streams, we know,
A stranger Transformation show:
Their dire Effects the Wretched feel:
Thy Waters turn the Heart to Steel.
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