Published in Callcott's first collection of glees, etc. London, c.1790.

Lyrics: Charlotte Turner Smith

SONNET V. To the South Downs.

Ah! hills beloved, where once, an happy child,
Your beechen shades, your turf, your flowers among,
I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,
And woke your echoes with my artless song.
Ah! hills beloved,your turf, your flowers remain;
But can they peace to this sad breast restore,
For one poor moment soothe the sense of pain,
And teach a breaking heart to throb no more?