“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.” MenKindnessPleaseWorshipStonesBlowWoodsVainBowsBlindnessBreezeGift From GodHeathenIsleSpicy Author:Reginald Heber
“The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.” StonesWoodsBowsBlindnessHeathenSpicy Author:Reginald Heber
