To A Lady And Her Children

O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song:
From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.
What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest?
What sighs on sighs heave the fond parent's breast?

by Phillis Wheatley Click to read full poem

Comments (11)

How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn? No more for him the streams of sorrow pour, But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore, God immortal............ reading your poetry brings in me imagination pure. tony
'And in one death what various comfort dies! ' - death brings discomfort and despair to the survivors, a pall of gloom descends.
'the fond parent's breast' The loss especially of a child must be so hard to bear
enjoyed this great poem very much- For joys to this terrestrial state unknown, And glories richer than the monarch's crown.
Wow wow wow...What a poem...from Africa? ? ? ....Don't know their poets with stylish pen like this.....+10....Thank you Poemhunter, for choosing this as the poem of the day! .
How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn? No more for him the streams of sorrow pour, But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore, On harps of gold to tune immortal lays, And to your God immortal anthems raise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I know many of my church friends feel this way... but I have not apparently reached that point yet
One of the few fortunate slave's as foul as slavery is.. iip
lovely so deep love your work
Great write. Brilliant poem. Thanks and congratulation to his soul.
Such an interesting piece of poetry......
Bold! ! The prize behold! Thanks for sharing.