Ode to Neptune (Poem by Phillis Wheatley)

Old Poem

Ode to Neptune (1)
By Phillis Wheatley
On Mrs. W—‘s Voyage to England

While raging tempests shake the shore,
While AElus’ thunders round us roar,
And sweep impetuous o’er the plain
Be still, O tyrant of the main;
Nor let thy brow contracted frowns betray,
While my Susanna skims the wat’ry way.

Ode to Neptune (2)

The Pow’r propitious hears the lay,
The blue-ey’d daughters of the sea
With sweeter cadence glide along,
And Thames responsive joins the song.
Pleas’d with their notes Sol sheds benign his ray,
And double radiance decks the face of day.

Ode to Neptune (3)

To court thee to Britannia’s arms
    Serene the climes and mild the sky,
Her region boasts unnumber’d charms,
    Thy welcome smiles in ev’ry eye.
Thy promise, Neptune keep, record my pray’r,
Not give my wishes to the empty air.

Boston, October 12, 1772

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