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extremes, either of heat or cold, tend to deteriorate both 
the mind and the body of the human species; above 
all, when we reflect that “ the glory of the Lord has 
risen on our land,” while “gross darkness covers” those 
regions, who would not say with the poet, — 
“ England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, — 
My country ” ? 
We read of India’s “ spiced air,” 
Her forests vast, her gorgeous bowers; 
Of trees, which at one moment bear 
The richest fruit, the fairest flowers. 
But they for whom these wonders smile, 
Who breathe this “ spiced air,” are slaves; 
Then hail, to thee, my native isle ! 
Whose only vassals are the waves. 
We read of trees of mighty size, 
Each forming in “ itself a grove; ” 
Whose drooping boughs, to Fancy’s eyes, 
Seem into aisles and cloisters wove. 
