English Poetry. Phillis Wheatley. To S.M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works. Филлис Уитли.

Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли)

To S.M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works

    TO show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent, 
And thought in living characters to paint,
When first thy pencil did those beauties give,
And breathing figures learnt from thee to live,
How did those prospects give my soul delight,
A new creation rushing on my sight!
Still, wondrous youth! each noble path pursue;
On deathless glories fix thine ardent view:
Still may the painter's and the poet's fire,
To aid thy pencil and thy verse conspire!
And may the charms of each seraphic theme
Conduct thy footsteps to immortal fame!
High to the blissful wonders of the skies
Elate thy soul, and raise thy wishful eyes.
Thrice happy, when exalted to survey
That splendid city, crowned with endless day,
Whose twice six gates on radiant hinges ring:
Celestial Salem blooms in endless spring.
Calm and serene thy moments glide along,
And may the muse inspire each future song!
Still, with the sweets of contemplation blessed,
May peace with balmy wings your soul invest!
But when these shades of time are chased away,
And darkness ends in everlasting day,
On what seraphic pinions shall we move,
And view the landsapes in the realms above!
There shall thy tongue in heavenly murmurs flow,
And there my muse with heavenly transport glow;
No more to tell of Damon's tender sighs,
Or rising radiance of Aurora's eyes;
For nobler themes demand a nobler strain,
And purer language on the ethereal plain.
Cease, gentle Muse! the solemn gloom of night
Now seals the fair creation from my sight.

S.M. - Scipio Moorhead

Phillis Wheatley’s other poems:

1. To the King’s Most Excellent Majesty. 1768
2. Thoughts on the Works of Providence
3. To a Gentleman on his Voyage to Great-Britain for the Recovery of his Health
4. On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769
5. To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband

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