English poem
Epitaph On Claude Phillips,[1]
by Samuel Johnson (1709–1784)
AN ITINERANT MUSICIAN.
Phillips! whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty power and hapless love, Rest here; distress'd by poverty no more, Find here that calm thou gav'st so oft before; Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.
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