WRITTEN AT TUNBRIDGE WELLS , 1760.

When Churchill led his legions on,
Success still follow'd where he shone.
And are those triumphs, with the dead,
All from his house for ever fled?
Not so; by softer surer arms,
They yet survive in beauty's charms;
For look on blooming Pembroke's face,
Ev'n now he triumphs in his race.