Phillis Wheatley

“When first thy pencil did these beaties give And breathing figures learnt from thee to live”

“Creation smiles in various beauty gayWhile day to night, and night succeeds day”

“Some view our sable race with scornful eye, May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.”

“But how is Mneme dreaded by the race, Hers the worst tortures that our souls can know.”

“But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside, While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.”

“Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light, Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write. While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms, She flashes dreadful in refulgent arms.”

“Thy ev'ry action let the goddess guide. A crown, a mansion, and a throne that shine, With gold unfading, WASHINGTON! be thine.”