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, 
While by our oaks the precious loads arc borne, 
And realms commanded which those trees adorn.” 
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. 
That such debasing task is thine, 
To yield thy boasted fragrancy 
As incense on an idol’s shrine !’ 
