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Title: An Inscription
Author: Samuel Rogers [
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Shepherd, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner,
Whate'er thou art, who wouldst allay thy thirst,
Drink and be glad. This cistern of white stone,
Arch'd, and o'erwrought with many a sacred verse,
This iron cup chain'd for the general use,
And these rude seats of earth within the grove,
Were giv'n by FATIMA. Borne hence a bride,
'Twas here she turn'd from her beloved sire,
To see his face no more. [1] Oh, if thou canst,
('Tis not far off) visit his tomb with flowers;
And may some pious hand with water fill
The two small cells scoop'd in the marble there,
That birds may come and drink upon his grave,
Making it holy! [2]
[Footnote 1: See an anecdote related by Pausanias. iii. 20.]
[Footnote 2: A Turkish superstition. See Clarke's Travels, I. 546.]
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Samuel Rogers's poem: Inscription
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