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A Receipe To Cook The Organ Meats!
(1753 – 5 December 1784 / Gambia)

A Receipe To Cook The Organ Meats!

Poem By Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare
Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach.
I cease to wonder, and no more attempt
Thine height t' explore, or fathom thy profound.
But, O my soul, sink not into despair,
Virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand
Would now embrace thee, hovers o'er thine head.
Fain would the heav'n-born soul with her converse,
Then seek, then court her for her promis'd bliss.
Auspicious queen, thine heav'nly pinions spread,
And lead celestial Chastity along;
Lo! now her sacred retinue descends,
Array'd in glory from the orbs above.
Attend me, Virtue, thro' my youthful years!
O leave me not to the false joys of time!
But guide my steps to endless life and bliss.
Greatness, or Goodness, say what I shall call thee,
To give me an higher appellation still,
Teach me a better strain, a nobler lay,
O thou, enthron'd with Cherubs in the realms of day.

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Comments (15)

I not good at poetry
There is wisdom in virtue- youth however is so attuned to excitement take a pass on either until they have tp pay the piper for the dance they led. Great piece of writing
I strive! ! Thanks for sharing.
Such a great write by Phillis Wheatley👍👍👍
A brilliant write. The poem beautifully draws that virtue is indeed a divine quality.