Phillis Wheatley

(1753 – 5 December 1784 / Gambia)

To A Lady And Her Children - Poem by Phillis Wheatley

O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song:
From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.
What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest?
What sighs on sighs heave the fond parent's breast?
The brother weeps, the hapless sisters join
Th' increasing woe, and swell the crystal brine;
The poor, who once his gen'rous bounty fed,
Droop, and bewail their benefactor dead.
In death the friend, the kind companion lies,
And in one death what various comfort dies!
Th' unhappy mother sees the sanguine rill
Forget to flow, and nature's wheels stand still,
But see from earth his spirit far remov'd,
And know no grief recalls your best-belov'd:
He, upon pinions swifter than the wind,
Has left mortality's sad scenes behind
For joys to this terrestrial state unknown,
And glories richer than the monarch's crown.
Of virtue's steady course the prize behold!

What blissful wonders to his mind unfold!
But of celestial joys I sing in vain:
Attempt not, muse, the too advent'rous strain.

No more in briny show'rs, ye friends around,
Or bathe his clay, or waste them on the ground:
Still do you weep, still wish for his return?
How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn?
No more for him the streams of sorrow pour,
But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore,
On harps of gold to tune immortal lays,
And to your God immortal anthems raise.


Comments about To A Lady And Her Children by Phillis Wheatley

  • Joshua Adeyemi (8/13/2017 5:06:00 PM)


    Wow wow wow...What a poem...from Africa? ? ? ....Don't know their poets with stylish pen like this.....+10....Thank you Poemhunter, for choosing this as the poem of the day! . (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (8/13/2017 3:57:00 PM)


    How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn?
    No more for him the streams of sorrow pour,
    But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore,
    On harps of gold to tune immortal lays,
    And to your God immortal anthems raise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I know many of my church friends feel this way... but I have not apparently reached that point yet
    (Report) Reply

  • Is It Poetry (8/13/2017 3:02:00 PM)


    One of the few fortunate slave's as foul as
    slavery is.. iip
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  • (8/13/2017 6:57:00 AM)


    lovely
    so deep love your work
    (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/13/2017 2:42:00 AM)


    Great write. Brilliant poem. Thanks and congratulation to his soul. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/13/2017 2:22:00 AM)


    Such an interesting piece of poetry...... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/13/2017 1:06:00 AM)


    Bold! ! The prize behold! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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