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1From the dull confines of the drooping west
2To see the day spring from the pregnant east,
3Ravish'd in spirit, I come, nay more, I fly
4To thee, blest place of my nativity!
5Thus, thus with hallow'd foot I touch the ground,
6With thousand blessings by thy fortune crown'd.
7O fruitful genius! that bestowest here
8An everlasting plenty, year by year.
9O place! O people! Manners! fram'd to please
10All nations, customs, kindreds, languages!
11I am a free-born Roman; suffer then
12That I amongst you live a citizen.
13London my home is, though by hard fate sent
14Into a long and irksome banishment;
15Yet since call'd back, henceforward let me be,
16O native country, repossess'd by thee!
17For, rather than I'll to the west return,
18I'll beg of thee first here to have mine urn.
19Weak I am grown, and must in short time fall;
20Give thou my sacred relics burial.