thanks for the zoom, maddie and maureen!
and here is a grand poem, see you later, and all that:
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A Hymn to the Evening(poetryfoundation.us12.list-2Dmanage.com)
BY PHILLIS WHEATLEY
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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 the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev’ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise. ?
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A Note from the Editor
On this day in 1775, Phillis Wheatley was freed from slavery, around the age of 20, two years after she published her collection, Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral.
Mary Ann Caws
