and thankfully we turn to our own favoured island, externally, indeed, "less winning fair," but blest with the "light that leads to heaven;" and whilst ours is that inspired volume which directs fallen man to "the Tree whose leaves are for the healing of the nations," whilst we live under a mild government and equal laws, "Let India boast her plants, nor envy we The weeping amber, and the balmy tree, But this should not be our only feeling: the more we appreciate our own advantages, the more desirous should we be to extend them to others; and, both nationally and individually, help on the day, when one song shall employ all people," Worthy is the Lamb that was slain !" O shame on thee, thou peerless tree, To yield thy boasted fragrancy Such were my musings as I caught The lovely Sandal's perfumed sigh: Then paused, heart-stricken, for methought Elsewhere the censure might apply. Born in an age, a land, of light, Yet often at that solemn hour And fain 'gainst all would "shut the door," Yea, even then, oh, thought abhorr'd! Some thought I care not to control, Some cherished friend, some darling aim: These have the homage of my soul, E'en whilst I name Jehovah's name. Then point the well-earn'd censure home Erst lavish'd on the sandal tree, Till never more an idol come, False heart! between thy God and thee. For thee, fair tree, whose sweets misplaced, Have roused this self-condemning strain, Grateful, I wish thou ne'er may'st waste Those sweets on idol-shrine again. No! soon may He, — whose word is might, His glory in the heathen's sight, That shrine and votary both may fail. May Error's darkling shades depart His altar be the human heart, His temple a converted world! |