“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.”
“PROSPECT, n. An outlook, usually forbidding. An expectation, usually forbidden.
Blow, blow, ye spicy breezes -- O'er Ceylon blow your breath, Where every prospect pleases, Save only that of death. --Bishop Sheber”