Epitaph On G. R. Berkeley, Esq. To Mrs. George Berkeley, His Mother.

EPITAPH ON G. R. BERKELEY, ESQ.

TO MRS. GEORGE BERKELEY, HIS MOTHER.

SINCE now, dear Youth, this sad recording stone Proclaims, alas! thy gentle spirit flown; To thee, thou spotless, thou lamented shade, By weeping friends be sorrow's tribute paid; Yet, whilst a Brother's Muse attunes her lays, And her aspiring love attempts thy praise, Attempts to paint that pang her bosom knew, When robb'd by Death of happiness and you; Whilst to this tablet frail she gives the trust, To bear thy virtues and protect thy dust; Let none who mourn for thee desponding rave: For Hope celestial, dawning on thy grave, Gilds with serenest beam that distant shore, From whose sad bourn mortals return no more.