Where the wild herds roam uninjured, and the gleaming serpents coil.
Or where crawls the full-fed Ganges down into his sandy bed,
And the sluggish hippopotamus uprears his clumsy head,
Where the beauty-bringing cestus of the torrid zone is spread.
Where many a glowing river rolls along its wealth of tide
Through the tangled vines and palm-trees bending down on either side,
With the orange bloom and citron, and the tall acacia’s pride.
Where the scaly cayman basking on the yellow bank is laid,
And the brilliant-plumaged song-birds call in every spicy glade,
There to hunt the spotted leopard in the jungle’s depth of shade.