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Phillis Wheatley - AmericaPhillis Wheatley - America
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New England first a wilderness was found Till for a continent `twas destin`d round From feild to feild the savage monsters run E`r yet Brittania had her work begun Thy Power, O Liberty, makes strong the weak And (wond`rous instinct) Ethiopians speak Sometimes by Simile, a victory`s won A certain lady had an only son He grew up daily virtuous as he grew Fearing his Strength which she undoubted knew She laid some taxes on her darling son And would have laid another act there on Amend your manners I`ll the task remove Was said with seeming Sympathy and Love By many Scourges she his goodness try`d Untill at length the Best of Infants cry`d He wept, Brittania turn`d a senseless ear At last awaken`d by maternal fear Why weeps americus why weeps my Child Thus spake Brittania, thus benign and mild My dear mama said he, shall I repeat Then Prostrate fell, at her maternal feet What ails the rebel, great Brittania Cry`d Indeed said he, you have no cause to Chide You see each day my fluent tears my food. Without regard, what no more English blood? Has length of time drove from our English viens. The kindred he to Great Brittania deigns? Tis thus with thee O Brittain keeping down New English force, thou fear`st his Tyranny and thou didst frown He weeps afresh to feel this Iron chain Turn, O Brittania claim thy child again Riecho Love drive by thy powerful charms Indolence Slumbering in forgetful arms See Agenoria diligent imploy`s Her sons, and thus with rapture she replys Arise my sons with one consent arise Lest distant continents with vult`ring eyes Should charge America with Negligence They praise Industry but no pride commence To raise their own Profusion, O Brittain See By this, New England will increase like thee
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