AN INSCRIPTION.

By Samuel Rogers

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. 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! ———— -