What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. Hymns of the Church New and Old - Seite 258herausgegeben von - 1912 - 684 SeitenVollansicht
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...land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes, Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though ev'ry prospect pleases, And only man is vile? In vain, with...heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny?...