From Poems: containing Sultry Hours and Songs of the Exile by George Anderson Vetch (Calcutta: David Brown, 1821)

[…] XI The Exile steps into the light Canoe, And bids to Ships and Seas a long farewell; Meanwhile his salvage-looking naked crew, Stretch to their oars and raise the river yell; – Until a wand’ring breeze their sail did swell, 5 Then pleas’d, their paddles rude aside they lay; And soon that City proud where Britons dwell Bursts on the view amidst the blaze of day, Sad to the eye it seem’d, though splendid in array.