Phillis Wheatley ( )


On the Death of a Young Lady of Five Years of Age


FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th enrapturd innocent has wingd her flight;
On the kind bosom of eternal love
She finds unknown beatitude above.
This know, ye parents, nor her loss deplore,
She feels the iron hand of pain no more;
The dispensations of unerring grace,
Should turn your sorrows into grateful praise;
Let then no tears for her henceforward flow,
No more distressd in our dark vale below.
 
  Her morning sun, which rose divinely bright,
Was quickly mantled with the gloom of night;
But hear in heavns blest bowrs your Nancy fair,
And learn to imitate her language there.
Thou, Lord, whom I behold with glory crownd,
By what sweet name, and in what tuneful sound
Wilt thou be praisd? Seraphic powrs are faint
Infinite love and majesty to paint.
To thee let all their graceful voices raise,
And saints and angels join their songs of praise.
 
  Perfect in bliss she from her heavnly home
Looks down, and smiling beckons you to come;
Why then, fond parents, why these fruitless groans?
Restrain your tears, and cease your plaintive moans.
Freed from a world of sin, and snares, and pain,
Why would you wish your daughter back again?
Nobow resignd. Let hope your grief control,
And check the rising tumult of the soul.
Calm in the prosperous, and adverse day,
Adore the God who gives and takes away;
Eye him in all, his holy name revere,
Upright your actions, and your hearts sincere,
Till having saild through lifes tempestuous sea,
And from its rocks, and boistrous billows free,
Yourselves, safe landed on the blissful shore,
Shall join your happy babe to part no more.



Phillis Wheatley's other poems:
  1. A Funeral Poem on the Death of C. E. an Infant of Twelve Months
  2. On the Death of a Young Gentleman
  3. A Hymn to the Evening
  4. To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations
  5. Goliath of Gath


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