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.
-Richard Heber
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