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    To a Clergyman on the death of his lady.   Table of Contents     An HYMN to the EVENING.

Wheatley, Phillis.
Poems

- POEMS -- ON -- VARIOUS SUBJECTS.
- AN HYMN to the MORNING,


AN HYMN to the MORNING,


ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now demands my song.

Aurora hail, and all the thousands dies,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted
skies:
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume
Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display
To shield your poet from the burning day:
Calliope awake the sacred lyre,
While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire:
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The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies
In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.

See in the east th' illustrious king of day! His rising radiance drives the shades away--
But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,
And scarce begun, concludes th' abortive song.
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    To a Clergyman on the death of his lady.   Table of Contents     An HYMN to the EVENING.