On Virtue by Phillis Wheatley

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Support the Podcast: https://www.patreon.com/cw/welcome2thepoetrypodcastO Thou bright jewel in my aim I striveTo comprehend thee. Thine own words declareWisdom is higher than a fool can reach.I cease to wonder, and no more attemptThine height t’explore, or fathom thy profound.But, O my soul, sink not into despair,Virtue is near thee, and with gentle handWould 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 an higher appellation still,Teach me a better strain, a nobler lay,O thou, enthron’d with Cherubs in the realms of day!Support the Podcast: https://www.patreon.com/cw/welcome2thepoetrypodcast

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