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
.