“How soft the leaves of every tree,

How tame each bird and beast we see!

Soon the fair home shall we behold

Of that great hermit tranquil-souled.

The deed the good Agastya wrought

High fame throughout the world has bought:

I see, I see his calm retreat

That balms the pain of weary feet.

Where white clouds rise from flames beneath,

Where bark-coats lie with many a wreath,