The isles where circling Neptune strays;

Whether the vast and boisterous main

Or lake’s more limpid waves they stem,

How gladly on thy waves I gaze!

How blest to visit thee again!

I scarce believe, while rapt I stand,

That I have left the Thynian fields

And all Bithynia far behind,

And safely view my favourite land.

Oh bliss, when care dispersing yields