``Blest and thrice blest the Roman Who sees Rome's brightest day, Who sees that long victorious¹ pomp Wind down the Sacred Way, And through the bellowing² Forum³, And round the Suppliant's Grove⁴, Up to the everlasting⁵ gates Of Capitolian Jove. XXXI

    ``Then where, o'er two bright havens⁶, The towers of Corinth frown； Where the gigantic King of Day On his own Rhodes looks down； Where oft Orontes murmurs⁷ Beneath the laurel shades； Where Nile reflects the endless length Of dark red colonnades⁸；

    Where in the still deep water, Sheltered from waves and blasts, Bristles⁹ the dusky forest Of Byrsa's thousand masts； Where fur-clad hunters wander Amidst the northern ice； Where through the sand of morning-land The camel bears the spice； Where Atlas¹⁰ flings his shadow Far o'er the western foam¹¹, Shall be great fear on all who hear The might name of Rome.''