Sunday, February 1, 2009

Phyllis Wheatley (c. 1753-1794)

To the Right Honorable William, Earl of Dartmouth

Should you, my lord, while you pursue my song,
Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung,
Whence flow these wishes for the common good,
By feeling hearts alone best understood,
I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate,
Was snatch'd from Afric's fancy'd happy seat:
What pangs excruciating must molest,
What sorrows labour in my parent's breast?
Steel'd was the soul and by no misery mov'd
That from a father seiz'd his babe belov'd.
Such, such my case. And can I then but pray
Others may never feel tyrannic sway?

1 comment:

Julie Cajigas said...

I used to teach voice and violin at the Sutphen School of Music, an arts program attached to the Phyllis Wheatley Center in Cleveland. I never realized that she also wrote poetry.

Thanks for sharing this!