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.