Christophori Columbi Tumulus

Genoan, glory of Italy, Columbus thou sure light,

Alas the urn takes even thee so soon out-blown.

Its little space

Doth hold thee, whom Oceanus had not the might

Within his folds to hold, altho’ his broad embrace

Doth hold all lands.

Bark-borne beyond his bound'ries unto Hind thou wast

Where scarce Fame's volant self the way had cast.