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118 Do thou, Macaulay, ready make, To Sikkim's Chief my greeting take And see his father's solemn pact Is true fulfilled in word and act. And hie thee to the frontier far. Journey towards the Northern Star, Speak fair the Lord of Kambajong And seek his friendship new: The path is steep, the road is long, But the purpose high and true. Say that you cross the snow drifts sad But to seek the grasp of friendship's hand,
 * We wish but the welfare of the land
 * To make both peoples glad."

Macaulay took his Chief's commands, And, for that the city was long and steep. And the ice was thick and the snow was deep. And the wind that blows across the sands
 * Of Tartary is biting keen.
 * He called companions three
 * To go with him across the sheen
 * Of the snow fields wild and free.

First genial Evans—wisest he Of all wise lawyers, and his place At Bar and Board is ever high,— Sage in council, for a space Fled from the wiles of Dorson's race
 * And Rent Bill papers dry.

To breathe the air of Sikkim free, To wander by her purling rills
 * And seek the beauty of her hills
 * The blueness of her sky.

And Paul who Sikkim loves so well
 * That still the native chieftains tell,

With kindly smile and grasp of hand, That of the Sahib log who cross