``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.''
