He guided o'er the desert path—

Then sighed and thus spake he—

"'Tis not his eye—'tis not his brow—

Another face is there:

I never saw this man before—

His head is like a pear!

Take back thy medal, Moor—'tis not

That which I hoped to see."

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EPITAPH OF CONSTANTINE KANARIS