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Rich almonds colour to the prime
For Adoration; tendrils climb,

And fruit-trees pledge their gems;
And Ivis, with her gorgeous vest,
Builds for her eggs her cunning nest,

And bell-flowers bow their stems.

With vinous syrup cedars spout;
From rocks pure honey gushing out,

For Adoration springs:
All scenes of painting crowd the map
Of nature; to the mermaid's pap

The scaled infant clings.

The spotted ounce and playsome cubs
Run rustling 'mong the flowering shrubs.

And lizards feed the moss;
For Adoration beasts embark,
While waves upholding halcyon's ark

No longer roar and toss.

While Israel sits beneath his fig,
With coral root and amber sprig

The weaned adventurer sports;
Where to the palm the jasmine cleaves,
For Adoration 'mong the leaves

The gale his peace reports.

Increasing days their reign exalt,
Nor in the pink and mottled vault

The opposing spirits tilt;
And by the coasting reader spied,
The silverlings and crusions glide

For Adoration gilt.

For Adoration ripening canes,
And cocoa's purest milk detains

The western pilgrim's staff;
Where rain in clasping boughs enclosed,
And vines with oranges disposed,

Embower the social laugh.

Now labour his reward receives,
For Adoration counts his sheaves,

To peace, her bounteous prince;
The nect'rine his strong tint imbibes,
And apples of ten thousand tribes,

And quick peculiar quince.

The wealthy crops of whitening rice
'Mongst thyine woods and groves of spice,

For Adoration grow;
And, marshalled in the fencèd land,
The peaches and pomegranates stand,

Where wild carnations blow.

The laurels with the winter strive;
The crocus burnishes alive

Upon the snow-clad earth;
For Adoration myrtles stay
To keep the garden from dismay,

And bless the sight from dearth.

The pheasant shows his pompous neck;
And ermine, jealous of a speck,

With fear eludes offence:
The sable, with his glossy pride,
For Adoration is described,

Where frosts the waves condense.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 !

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.
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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.
Strong is the lion-like a coal
His eyeball—like a bastion's mole

His chest against the foes:
Strong the gier-eagle on his sail,
Strong against tide the enormous whale
Emerges as he goes.

(A) HC XLI

But stronger still in earth and air,
And in the sea, the man of prayer,

And far beneath the tide:
And in the seat to faith assigned,
Where ask is have, where seek is find,

Where knock is open wide.

Beauteous the fleet before the gale;
Beauteous the multitudes in mail,

Ranked arms, and crested heads;
Beauteous the garden's umbrage mild
Walk, water, meditated wild,

And all the bloomy beds.

Beauteous the moon full on the lawn;
And beauteous when the veil's withdrawn,

The virgin to her spouse:
Beauteous the temple, decked and filled,
When to the heaven of heavens they build

Their heart-directed vows.

Beauteous, yea beauteous more than these, The Shepherd King upon his knees,

For his momentous trust; With wish of infinite conceit, For man, beast, mute, the small and great,

And prostrate dust to dust.

Precious the bounteous widow's mite;
And precious, for extreme delight,

The largess from the churl:
Precious the ruby's blushing blaze,
And alba's blest imperial rays,

And pure cerulean pearl.
Precious the penitential tear;
And precious is the sigh sincere;

Acceptable to God:
And precious are the winning flowers,
In gladsome Israel's feast of bowers,
Bound on the hallowed sod.

(B) HC XLI

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