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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb,<br>And his are all the ages yet to come.<br>'Tis his to call the planets from on high,<br>To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky;<br>His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl'd,<br>From its firm base to shake the solid world;<br>His fatal sceptre rules the spacious whole,<br>And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole.<br> Awful he moves, and wide his wings are spread:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Behold thy brother number'd with the dead!<br>From bondage freed, the exulting spirit flies<br>Beyond Olympus, and these starry skies.<br>Lost in our woe for thee, blest shade, we mourn<br>In vain; to earth thou never must return.<br>Thy sisters too, fair mourner, feel the dart<br>Of Death, and with fresh torture rend thine heart.<br>Weep not for them, and leave the world behind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> As a young plant by hurricanes up torn,<br>So near its parent lies the newly born--<br>But 'midst the bright ethereal train behold<br>It shines superior on a throne of gold:<br>Then, mourner, cease; let hope thy tears restrain,<br>Smile on the tomb, and sooth the raging pain.<br>On yon blest regions fix thy longing view,<br>Mindless of sublunary scenes below;<br>Ascend the sacred mount, in thought arise,<br>And seek substantial and immortal joys;<br>Where hope receives, where faith to vision springs,<br>And raptur'd seraphs tune th' immortal strings<br>To strains ecstatic. Thou the chorus join,<br>And to thy father tune the praise divine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Phillis+Wheatley">Phillis Wheatley</a></strong></div>

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