And song of birds for music, and bleat of lambs for prayer,
And incense of sweet vapors uprising everywhere.
Behold his table bounteous spread over land and sea,
The sure reward of labor, to every mortal free;
And hark! through Nature's anthem there rises the refrain,
"God owns the world, but giveth it unto the sons of men."
But see, within the temple, as in Solomon's of old,
The money-changers haggle, and souls are bought and sold;
And that is called an owner's which can only be the Lord's,
And Christ is not remembered—nor His whip of knotted cords.