Anna Laetitia Barbauld

(20 June 1743 – 9 March 1825 / Leicestershire, England)

This Solemn Day - Poem by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

When, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker God,
What rites, what honours shall he pay?
How spread his sovereign's praise abroad?
From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?
Vain sinful man! Creation's lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find,
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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