"An HYMN to the EVENING"
By Phillis Wheatley

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London : Printed for A. Bell, 1773Page images are sourced from two copies of the first edition housed in the Library of Congress.Ann Arbor, MI: University of Michigan Humanities Text Initiative, 1999Online SGML text from the University of Michigan HTI. SGML markup edited to conform to LiC parameters, including changes to element and attribute case, ligatures, and other special html characters.

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58 An HYMN to the EVENING. 1SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main 2The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain; 3Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing, 4Exhales the incense of the blooming spring. 5Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes, 6And through the air their mingled music floats. 7Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread! 8But the west glories in the deepest red: 9So may our breasts with ev'ry virtue glow, 10The living temples of our God below! 11Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light, 12And draws the sable curtains of the night, 59 13Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind, 14At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd, 15So shall the labours of the day begin 16More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin. 17Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes, 18Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

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