To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty's Principal Secretary Of State Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGHIIJJJKKL MNNOPQQRSBBTTUUVWXXJ JYZ| Hail happy day when smiling like the morn | A |
| Fair Freedom rose New England to adorn | A |
| The northern clime beneath her genial ray | B |
| Dartmouth congratulates thy blissful sway | B |
| Elate with hope her race no longer mourns | C |
| Each soul expands each grateful bosom burns | D |
| While in thine hand with pleasure we behold | E |
| The silken reins and Freedom's charms unfold | E |
| Long lost to realms beneath the northern skies | F |
| She shines supreme while hated faction dies | F |
| Soon as appear'd the Goddess long desir'd | G |
| Sick at the view she languish'd and expir'd | H |
| Thus from the splendors of the morning light | I |
| The owl in sadness seeks the caves of night | I |
| No more America in mournful strain | J |
| Of wrongs and grievance unredress'd complain | J |
| No longer shalt thou dread the iron chain | J |
| Which wanton Tyranny with lawless hand | K |
| Had made and with it meant t' enslave the land | K |
| Should you my lord while you peruse my song | L |
| Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung | M |
| Whence flow these wishes for the common good | N |
| By feeling hearts alone best understood | N |
| I young in life by seeming cruel fate | O |
| Was snatch'd from Afric's fancy'd happy seat | P |
| What pangs excruciating must molest | Q |
| What sorrows labour in my parent's breast | Q |
| Steel'd was that soul and by no misery mov'd | R |
| That from a father seiz'd his babe belov'd | S |
| Such such my case And can I then but pray | B |
| Others may never feel tyrannic sway | B |
| For favours past great Sir our thanks are due | T |
| And thee we ask thy favours to renew | T |
| Since in thy pow'r as in thy will before | U |
| To sooth the griefs which thou did'st once deplore | U |
| May heav'nly grace the sacred sanction give | V |
| To all thy works and thou for ever live | W |
| Not only on the wings of fleeting Fame | X |
| Though praise immortal crowns the patriot's name | X |
| But to conduct to heav'ns refulgent fane | J |
| May fiery coursers sweep th' ethereal plain | J |
| And bear thee upwards to that blest abode | Y |
| Where like the prophet thou shalt find thy God | Z |
Phillis Wheatley
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