Epitaph on G. R. Berkeley, Esq

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.