OH, what a palace rare hast thou created, Almighty Architect, for man's delight! With sun, and moon, and stars illuminated; Whose azure dome with pictured clouds is bright, Each painted by thy hand -- a glorious sight! Whose halls are countless landscapes, variegated, All carpeted with flowers; while all invite Each sense of man to be with pleasure sated. Fruits hang around us; music fills each beak; The fields are perfumed; and to eyes that seek For Nature's charms, what tears of joy will start. @3So@1 let me thank thee, God, not with the reek Of sacrifice, but breathings poured apart, And the blood-offering of a grateful heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY A MOMENT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE IN MEMORIAM: W.G. WARD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |