63 The cheerful holly, pensive yew, And holy thorn, their trim renew; The squirrel hoards his nuts: All creatures batten o'er their stores, And careful nature all her doors For Adoration shuts. 64 For Adoration, David's Psalms Lift up the heart to deeds of alms; And he, who kneels and chants, Prevails his passions to control, Finds meat and medicine to the soul, Which for translation pants. 65 For Adoration, beyond match, The scholar bullfinch aims to catch The soft flute's ivory touch; And, careless, on the hazel spray The daring redbreast keeps at bay The damsel's greedy clutch. 66 For Adoration, in the skies, The Lord's philosopher espies The dog, the ram, and rose; The planets' ring, Orion's sword; Nor is his greatness less adored In the vile worm that glows. 67 For Adoration, on the strings The western breezes work their wings, The captive ear to soothe-- Hark! 'tis a voice--how still, and small-- That makes the cataracts to fall, Or bids the sea be smooth! 68 For Adoration, incense comes From bezoar, and Arabian gums, And from the civet's fur: But as for prayer, or e'er it faints, Far better is the breath of saints Than galbanum or myrrh. 69 For Adoration, from the down Of damsons to the anana's crown, God sends to tempt the taste; And while the luscious zest invites The sense, that in the scene delights, Commands desire be chaste. 70 For Adoration, all the paths Of grace are open, all the baths Of purity refresh; And all the rays of glory beam To deck the man of God's esteem, Who triumphs o'er the flesh. 71 For Adoration, in the dome Of Christ, the sparrows find a home; And on his olives perch: The swallow also dwells with thee, O man of God's humility, Within his Saviour's church. 72 Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon's fragrant air: Sweet is the lily's silver bell, And sweet the wakeful tapers' smell That watch for early prayer. 73 Sweet the young nurse, with love intense, Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence; Sweet when the lost arrive: Sweet the musician's ardour beats, While his vague mind's in quest of sweets, The choicest flowers to hive. 74 Sweeter, in all the strains of love, The language of thy turtle-dove, Paired to thy swelling chord; Sweeter, with every grace endued, The glory of thy gratitude, Respired unto the Lord. 75 Strong is the horse upon his speed; Strong in pursuit the rapid glede, Which makes at once his game: Strong the tall ostrich on the ground; Strong through the turbulent profound Shoots xiphias to his aim.