To A Lady And Her Children Comments

In the missing of loved friends (and, in this case benefactors) we mourn. Phillis Wheatley reminds us in her superb poetic words that the once loved and honorable friends who have died are now in their eternal reward which, for them, we need not mourn nor wish for their return, but " haste to join" when it is our time. Her outlook on life is one of difficulties where love for neighbor brings some happiness to be ultimately at death given eternal happiness.

Th' unhappy mother sees the sanguine rill Forget to flow, and nature's wheels stand still, ...so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem by Phillis Wheatley.

No more in briny show'rs, ye friends around, Or bathe his clay, or waste them on the ground: Still do you weep, still wish for his return? a very good poem from Phillis. tony

What flowing tears? what heart with grief opprest? What sighs on sighs heave the fond parents breast. Great poem with sad and touching effect.

But of celestial joys I sing in vain: Attempt not, muse, the too advent'rous strain.... What a joy is it to read a real poem! And not the modern prose so verbose.

How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn? No more for him the streams of sorrow pour, But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore, God immortal............ reading your poetry brings in me imagination pure. tony

'And in one death what various comfort dies! ' - death brings discomfort and despair to the survivors, a pall of gloom descends.

'the fond parent's breast' The loss especially of a child must be so hard to bear

enjoyed this great poem very much- For joys to this terrestrial state unknown, And glories richer than the monarch's crown.

Wow wow wow...What a poem...from Africa? ? ? ....Don't know their poets with stylish pen like this.....+10....Thank you Poemhunter, for choosing this as the poem of the day! .

How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn? No more for him the streams of sorrow pour, But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore, On harps of gold to tune immortal lays, And to your God immortal anthems raise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I know many of my church friends feel this way... but I have not apparently reached that point yet

One of the few fortunate slave's as foul as slavery is.. iip

lovely so deep love your work

Great write. Brilliant poem. Thanks and congratulation to his soul.

Such an interesting piece of poetry......

Bold! ! The prize behold! Thanks for sharing.