From the dull confines of the drooping west, br To see the day spring from the pregnant east, br Ravish'd in spirit, I come, nay more, I fly br To thee, blest place of my nativity! br Thus, thus with hallow'd foot I touch the ground, br With thousand blessings by thy fortune crown'd. br O fruitful Genius! that bestowest here br An everlasting plenty year by year; br O place! O people! manners! framed to please br All nations, customs, kindreds, languages! br I am a free-born Roman; suffer then br That I amongst you live a citizen. br London my home is; though by hard fate sent br Into a long and irksome banishment; br Yet since call'd back, henceforward let me be, br O native country, repossess'd by thee! br For, rather than I'll to the west return, br I'll beg of thee first here to have mine urn. br Weak I am grown, and must in short time fall; br Give thou my sacred reliques burial.