...the spicy breezes, Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though ev'ry 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. Can we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Can we to men...

...the spicy breezes blow soft o 'er Ceylon s isle, though every prospect pleases and man alone is vile; in vain with lavish kindness, the gifts of God are strown, the heathen in his blindness bows down to wood or stone. or - to give a more balanced view If you cannot cross the ocean and the...