A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E., An Infant Of Twelve Months Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGDDHHIIJK BBCCEELLMMNOPQPPPRRS TUUUUU| Through airy roads he wings his instant flight | A |
| To purer regions of celestial light | A |
| Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll | B |
| Beneath him sees the universal whole | B |
| Planets on planets run their destin'd round | C |
| And circling wonders fill the vast profound | C |
| Th' ethereal now and now th' empyreal skies | D |
| With growing splendors strike his wond'ring eyes | D |
| The angels view him with delight unknown | E |
| Press his soft hand and seat him on his throne | E |
| Then smilling thus To this divine abode | F |
| The seat of saints of seraphs and of God | G |
| Thrice welcome thou The raptur'd babe replies | D |
| Thanks to my God who snatch'd me to the skies | D |
| E'er vice triumphant had possess'd my heart | H |
| E'er yet the tempter had beguil d my heart | H |
| E'er yet on sin's base actions I was bent | I |
| E'er yet I knew temptation's dire intent | I |
| E'er yet the lash for horrid crimes I felt | J |
| E'er vanity had led my way to guilt | K |
| But soon arriv'd at my celestial goal | B |
| Full glories rush on my expanding soul | B |
| Joyful he spoke exulting cherubs round | C |
| Clapt their glad wings the heav'nly vaults resound | C |
| Say parents why this unavailing moan | E |
| Why heave your pensive bosoms with the groan | E |
| To Charles the happy subject of my song | L |
| A brighter world and nobler strains belong | L |
| Say would you tear him from the realms above | M |
| By thoughtless wishes and prepost'rous love | M |
| Doth his felicity increase your pain | N |
| Or could you welcome to this world again | O |
| The heir of bliss with a superior air | P |
| Methinks he answers with a smile severe | Q |
| Thrones and dominions cannot tempt me there | P |
| But still you cry Can we the sigh borbear | P |
| And still and still must we not pour the tear | P |
| Our only hope more dear than vital breath | R |
| Twelve moons revolv'd becomes the prey of death | R |
| Delightful infant nightly visions give | S |
| Thee to our arms and we with joy receive | T |
| We fain would clasp the Phantom to our breast | U |
| The Phantom flies and leaves the soul unblest | U |
| To yon bright regions let your faith ascend | U |
| Prepare to join your dearest infant friend | U |
| In pleasures without measure without end | U |
Phillis Wheatley
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