Vesperâ, Gungæ prope flumen errans,

Te petam desiderio fideli;

Pallidam Te projiciente noctu

Lampade flammam

Cum neque aspectu recreer benigno, Nec probâ vox accipiatur aure, Displicent libri; male penicillis Fallitur æstus.

Rite mî flexis genibus precanti,
Supplices et Te sociare palmas
Stella nascentis videt ac diei

Stella cadentis.

Then on! Then on! where duty leads,

My course be onward still;

O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads,

O'er bleak Almorah's hill.

That course nor Delhi's kingly gates,

Nor wild Malwah detain;

For sweet the bliss that me awaits

By yonder western main.

Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright they say,

Across the dark blue sea;

But ne'er were hearts so light and gay,

As then shall meet in thee.

Proinde quo virtus jubet ire pergam,
Almoræ scandens gelidum cacumen,

Seu juga Indorum sequar, atque campos
Sole perustos.

Dellia, ac regum domus et columnæ,
Barbaræ nec me tenet ora Malvæ;

Dulcius quiddam Hesperius recludit
Marmore pontus.

Bombacæ turres, rutilæ per æquor,

O diem faustum! O bona fata! quando

Conjuges, læti manibus reprensis,

Limen inibunt.

1859.

W. M. WATTS, CROWN COURT, TEMPLE BAR