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Henry W. Longfellow

Henry W. Longfellow

Inscription on the Shanklin Fountain

O Traveller, stay thy weary feet;
Drink of this fountain, pure and sweet;
It flows for rich and poor the same.
Then go thy way, remembering still
The wayside well beneath the hill,
The cup of water in his name.

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