LINES WRITTEN HASTILY, WHILE IN KING-STREET, MARGATE, IN AUGUST 1822, AND GIVEN TO MR. FREEMAN OF MINSTER (1822)
Visitor! whoe’er thou art,
Respect the vine, which climbs this door;
If pain or sorrow wring thy heart,
Seek health along the breezy shore.
Watch the last sun-beams o’er the sea; 5
And when the eve is calm and clear,
From breathless rooms and raffles flee,—
Music awaits thee on the pier.
The world is gay—the world is vain—
It palls upon the ear and eye;10
It brings no treasures in its train:—
Seek health, for there your treasures lie.