This poem featured in Hicky’s Bengal Gazette in 1780 (Published in Calcutta). Aptly named a Description of India, it is written from the nostalgic perspective of a Brit coming to India and missing home. Hicky likely wrote it himself as no name is ascribed to the poem.
Every week the Bengal Gazette published a poem on the final page (called the Poet’s Corner) of that’s week’s edition. These poems were quite popular in English speaking Calcutta society.
The most interesting bits can be found in stanzas 1-5.
POET’s CORNER
A Description of India
1st.
WHILE faithful memory Love
to trace
Each clime society and Place
Where we have been before
Whether on Britain’s happier Coast
Which every charm of life can boast
Or soft Italia’s shore
2d.
What unrepented Sins of mins
Or stranger Destiny of Time
Doom’d us to linger here
Where broiling Suns and scorching
Wind
And overwhelming Floods combined
Alternate mark the Year.
3d.
Where Musick (different from the
Notes.
That varble from Italian Throats)
With ceaseless din assails—
Where Crows by Day, and Frogs by
Night.
Incessant Foes of calm delight
Croak their discordant Lays
4th.
Where Insects settle on your meat
Where Scorpions crawle beneath your
Feet
And deadly Snakes infest:
Musquetos ceaseless teazing sound
And Jackalls direful howls confound
destroy your balmy rest.
5th.
Where naked Savages in Rows
Present their Offerings to your Nose
Wherev’er you chance to pass
For here the Priviledge they claim
Freely to iquat devoid of shame
And boldly sport an A—
6th.
If such the picture just and true
This envied Country holds to view
Mercy on those who stay
Thy lovlier banks bright Thames af-
ford
Riches beyond a Nabobs hoard
Health and content display.
7th.
Thy lovely Banks and Silver stream
By Day my wish by night my Dream
Once might I visit more
By every Power above I swear
Never to draw this noxious Air
Let me be rich or Poor.
8th.
Let those whom avarice has taught
To stisle every liberal thought
Selling, alike or sold
Let such their ease and Peace resign
Nay health itself to cross the Line
And stick at naught for Gold.
9th.
Let such return’d affect to feel
An Interest for the Public wels
And loud in senate Bawl
And when their Bags are like to burst
By an Exchequer summons curst
May they refund it all.
10th.
For you my Friend with spirit bleak
Such selfish Doctrines to detest
I breath one ardent prayer
May you the calls of Duty ober
Speed to a Milder happier shore
To Albions cliff[ILL]
11th.
There as in social converse gay
The hours glide unperceived away
We laugh and Pity those
Who seek for wealth yet blind to ease
Tempt hidden Rocks and dang’rous seas
And fly from true Repose.