Epitaph on Dr. Francis Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, Who Died in Exile at Paris, 1732; a Dialogue


Bishop of Rochester

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732



Yes, we have liv'd — one pang, and then we part!
May Heav'n, dear Father! now have all thy Heart.
Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still,
Till you are dust like me.


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 C OUNTRY , H EAV'N ,
— He said, and dy'd.
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