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    To S. M. a young 
African
 Painter, on seeing 
  --  his Works.   Table of Contents     A Farewel to AMERICA. To Mrs. S. W.

Wheatley, Phillis.
Poems

- POEMS -- ON -- VARIOUS SUBJECTS.
- To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, on the -- Death of his Lady. March 24, 1773.


To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, on the
Death of his Lady. March 24, 1773.


ALL-conquering Death! by thy resistless
power,
Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!
Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,
Forget their splendors, and submit to die!
Who ere escap'd thee, but the saint *

(*) Enoch. of old
Beyond the flood in sacred annals told,
And the great sage,

(†) Elijah whom fiery courses drew
To heav'n's bright portals from Elisha's view;
Wond'ring gaz'd at the refulgent car,
Then snatch'd the mantle floating on the air.
From Death these only could exemption boast,
And without dying gain'd th' immortal coast.
Not falling millions fate the tyrant's mind,
Nor can the victor's progress be confin'd.
But cease thy strife with Death , fond Nature ,
Cease:


He leads the virtuous to the realms of peace;
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His to conduct to the immortal plains,
Where heav'n's Supreme in bliss and glory reigns.

There sits, illustrious Sir, thy beauteous spouse;
A gem-blaz'd circle beaming on her brows.
Hail'd with acclaim among the heav'nly choirs,
Her soul new-kindling with seraphic fires,
To notes divine she tunes the vocal strings,
While heav'n's high concave with the music rings.
Virtue's rewards can mortal pencil paint?
No-- all descriptive arts, and eloquence are faint;
Nor canst thou, Oliver , assent refuse
To heav'nly tidings from the Afric muse.

As soon may change thy laws, eternal fate ,
As the saint miss the glories I relate;
Or her Benevolence forgotten lie,
Which wip'd the trick'ling tear from Mis'ry's eye.
Whene'er the adverse winds were known to blow,
When loss to loss *

(*) Three amiable Daughter who died when just arrived to Womens Eslate. ensu'd, and woe to woe,

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Calm and serene beneath her father's hand
She sat resign'd to the divine command.

No longer then, great Sir, her death deplore,
And let us hear the mournful sigh no more,
Restrain the sorrow streaming from thine eye,
Be all thy future moments crown'd with joy!
Nor let thy wishes be to earth confin'd,
But soaring high pursue th' unbodied mind.
Forgive the muse, forgive th' advent'rous lays,
That fain thy soul to heav'nly scenes would raise.
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    To S. M. a young 
African
 Painter, on seeing 
  --  his Works.   Table of Contents     A Farewel to AMERICA. To Mrs. S. W.