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of age. This poem was sent, by the friends of Phillis, to
the Countess of Huntingdon, the distinguished patroness
of Whitefield in England; and it procured from that lady
an invitation to Phillis to visit England, which she did,
by the consent of her master. Though she was intro¬
duced to nrrny distinguished persons, and treated with
much attention in England, she returned to America the
same modest, unassuming young woman as when she left
it. What would have completely overset some minds in
such circumstances, produced no unfavorable influence
upon her.
Hail, happy saint, on thine immortal throne,
Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown ;
We hear no more the music of thy tongue,
Thy wonted auditories cease to throng.
Thy sermons in unequall'd accents flow'd,
And every bosom with devotion glow'd ;
Thou didst in strains of eloquence refin'd
Inflame the heart, and captivate the mind.
Unhappy we the setting sun deplore,
So glorious once, but ah ! it shines no more.
Behold the prophet in his towering flight!
He leaves the earth for heaven's unmeasured height,
And worlds unknown receive him from our sight.
There Whitefield wings with rapid course his way,
And sails to Zion through vast seas of day.
The following is the commencement of a poem on the
works of Providence:
Arise, my soul, on wings enraptur'd rise,
To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,
Whose goodness and beneficence appear,
As round the centre moves the rolling year,
Or when the morning glows with rosy charms,
Or the sun slumbers in the ocean's arms :
Of light divine be a rich portion lant,
To guide my soul, and favor my intent:
Celestial muse, my arduous flight sustain,
And raise my mind to a seraphic strain.
Phillis's harp was early unstruDg on earth, but, it is
hoped, to be tuned to sublimer melody in heaven. She
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