To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On The Death Of His Daughter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGHIIJJII KKFFLMNOHHPPQQRRMLRR| While deep you mourn beneath the cypress shade | A |
| The hand of Death and your dear daughter laid | A |
| In dust whose absence gives your tears to flow | B |
| And racks your bosom with incessant woe | B |
| Let Recollection take a tender part | C |
| Assuage the raging tortures of your heart | C |
| Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief | D |
| And pour the heav'nly nectar of relief | D |
| Suspend the sigh dear Sir and check the groan | E |
| Divinely bright your daughter's Virtues shone | E |
| How free from scornful pride her gentle mind | F |
| Which ne'er its aid to indigence declin'd | F |
| Expanding free it sought the means to prove | G |
| Unfailing charity unbounded love | H |
| She unreluctant flies to see no more | I |
| Her dear lov'd parents on earth's dusky shore | I |
| Impatient heav'n's resplendent goal to gain | J |
| She with swift progress cuts the azure plain | J |
| Where grief subsides where changes are no more | I |
| And life's tumultuous billows cease to roar | I |
| She leaves her earthly mansion for the skies | K |
| Where new creations feast her wond'ring eyes | K |
| To heav'n's high mandate cheerfully resign'd | F |
| She mounts and leaves the rolling globe behind | F |
| She who late wish'd that Leonard might return | L |
| Has ceas'd to languish and forgot to mourn | M |
| To the same high empyreal mansions come | N |
| She joins her spouse and smiles upon the tomb | O |
| And thus I hear her from the realms above | H |
| Lo this the kingdom of celestial love | H |
| Could ye fond parents see our present bliss | P |
| How soon would you each sigh each fear dismiss | P |
| Amidst unutter'd pleasures whilst I play | Q |
| In the fair sunshine of celestial day | Q |
| As far as grief affects an happy soul | R |
| So far doth grief my better mind controul | R |
| To see on earth my aged parents mourn | M |
| And secret wish for T to return | L |
| Let brighter scenes your ev'ning hours employ | R |
| Converse with heav'n and taste the promis'd joy | R |
Phillis Wheatley
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