XIII

Bishop of Rochester

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732

DIALOGUE

SHE

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.

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