Maxioms by Bishop Reginald Heber
Then on! then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still.
Then on! then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still.
Failed the bright promise of your early day?
Failed the bright promise of your early day?
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
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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.
