An Hymn To The Evening by Phillis Wheatley
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev'ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev'ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
In the poem “An Hymn to the Morning” Phillis Wheatley tries to explain beauty in everything in life. She makes the readers aware of the fact that though nothing lasts forever but from the time a thing is born till the time it dies, it is as a matter of fact truly beautiful and adorable. Every living being on Earth, be it a little flower or a human being is an exclusive design of God and we should love and respect each and every creation of God. One can truly value and respect the small things in life only when he or she is deprived of the basic material pleasures in life. The poetess is a black lady who has been bought to America to serve as a slave to the whites. It is in this adversity of her life that she understands the basic facts of life; happiness is found in smaller things in life, if one continuously searches happiness he will not find it.
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