Epitaph. On Dr Francis Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, Who Died in Exile at Paris, 1732.
SHE.
Yes, we have lived--one pang, and then we part!May Heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart.Yet ah! how once we loved, remember still,Till you are dust like me.
HE.Dear shade! I will:Then mix this dust with thine--O spotless ghost!O more than fortune, friends, or country lost!Is there on earth one care, one wish beside?Yes--Save my country, Heaven!--He said, and died.
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