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EPITAPHS

VI

          DESTINED to war from very infancy
          Was I, Roberto Dati, and I took
          In Malta the white symbol of the Cross:
          Nor in life's vigorous season did I shun
          Hazard or toil; among the sands was seen
          Of Libya; and not seldom, on the banks
          Of wide Hungarian Danube, 'twas my lot
          To hear the sanguinary trumpet sounded.
          So lived I, and repined not at such fate:
          This only grieves me, for it seems a wrong,                 10
          That stripped of arms I to my end am brought
          On the soft down of my paternal home.
          Yet haply Arno shall be spared all cause
          To blush for me. Thou, loiter not nor halt
          In thy appointed way, and bear in mind
          How fleeting and how frail is human life!


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