Beauteous image, smile with pleasure,
Covering nature's placid face,
Open all your glittering treasure,
And with this show every grace.
Hills on hills, with verdure flowing,
Prospects which allure the sight,
Clouds no more obscure their glowing
But the whole returns to light.
 
Asia's fragrance, here unfolded,
Riches endless brings to view,
On the face of nature moulded,
Peace and every object new:
Mantling o'er the warbling current,
Flowers of beauty bend their brow,
While the Traveller still an errant,
Embrace the stream, and prostrate low.
 
Bending in travail, the treasure,
Of the Summer's bounteous care,
Cheers, the Captive, beyond measure,
And music wakes the silent air,
If we look around the mountains,
Treasures, there, we now behold,
Silver, issues from the fountains
And the scattering rains are gold.