poem

“An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley” by Jupiter Hammon


I. O come you pious youth! adore     The wisdom of thy God, In bringing thee from distant shore,     To learn His holy word.                                                                   Eccles. xii. II. Though mightst been left behind     Amidst a dark abode; God’s tender mercy still combined,     Thou hast the holy word.                                                                   Psal. cxxv. 2, 3.

More

“An Hymn to Evening” by Phillis Wheatley


SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing, Exhales the incense of the blooming spring. Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes, And through the air their mingled music floats. Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread! But […]

More