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. The Sunday School Hymnary: A Twentieth Century Hymnal for Young People - Seite 113 herausgegeben von - 1905 - 610 Seiten Vollansicht -
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