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Right royal welcome Sikkim gave, With high carouse and banquets brave, And many a pledge of right good-will,
 * And many a promise new
 * His compact ever to fulfil
 * And prove his fealty true:
 * And to the Lord of Kambajong
 * Swift messengers he sent:

"Lo, o'er the hills to Giagong, "By Lachen's vale and Phallung's snows, "From great Bengal an envoy goes, "To greet thee in his tent."

And leaving Sikkim's halls, the four
 * O'er Mafi's hill, by Ringun's rill
 * 'Neath stately Gnarim's summit hoar,
 * By Namga's shades and Chakoong's glades.

And rapid Teesta's rocky shore
 * And Choongtam's marshes low.
 * And fairy Lachen's forests green,
 * And boiling Zemu's silver sheen,
 * And cherished still of Hooker's name,

Travelled till they the torrent crossed At Tullum Samdong hard in frost
 * And Tungu deep in snow.

The moon to nearly full had grown Ere they the frontier cold and lone Did reach, where wind swept Giagong Near twice six thousand cubits sheer, O'er India's plains and peoples' throng Lies white and chill and drear 'Twixt Kinchinjow and Chomiom. No man or beast may make his home That barren snow-field near.