QUOTE : HIS RETURN TO LONDON 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.