ix. Not less would yield full thanks to you For your rich gift, your tale of lands I know not,2 your Arabian sands; Your cane, your palm, tree-fern, bamboo,
x. The wealth of tropic bower and brake; Your Oriental Eden-isles,3 Where man, nor only Nature smiles; Your wonder of the boiling lake;4
xi. Phra-Chai, the Shadow of the Best,5 Phra-bat6 the step; your Pontic coast; Crag-cloister;7 Anatolian Ghost;8 Hong-Kong,9 Karnac,10 and all the rest.