'You showed me nutmegs and nutmeg husks,
Ostrich feathers and elephant tusks,
Hundreds of tons of costly tea,
Packed in wool by the Cingalee,
And a myriad of drugs which disagree.
Cinnamon, myrrh, and mace you showed,
Golden Paradise birds that glowed,
More cigars than a man could count,
And a billion cloves in an odorous mount,
And a choice port wine from a bright glass fount.
You showed, for a most delightful hour,
The wealth of the world and London’s power’.
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