
The poem is a tribute to the beauty of nature and the power of God's creation. It describes the morning sunrise and the speaker's awe at its majesty. The poem also touches on themes of hope, renewal, and the cyclical nature of life.
By Phillis Wheatley · First published 1773 · Genre: Poetry, Lyric, Nature · 216 words
Attend my lays, ye ever honour'd nine, Assist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes along, For bright Aurora now demands my song.
Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display
To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies
An Hymn to the Morning is listed on Textopian as a poem by Phillis Wheatley, dated 1773 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · 18th Century · African American · Female Author · Nature · Morning · Sunrise · Beauty · Praise · Devotion · Spirituality