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You that are sprung of northern stock, / And nothing lavish,-born and bred / With tablets at your foot and head, / And CULPA carven in the rock, / Sense with delight but not with ease / The fragrance of the quinine trees, / The kembang-spatu's lolling flame / With solemn envy kin to shame.
Ah, be content! -the scorpion's tail / Atones for much; without avail
Under the sizzling solar pan / Our sleeping servant pulls the fan.
Even in this island richly blest, / Where Beauty walks with naked breast, / Earth is too harsh for Heaven to be / One little hour in jeopardy.