Page:Memoir and poems of Phillis Wheatley, a native African and a slave.djvu/160

154 Such seems the caution of the once chased fly, Whilst to the horse she dare not venture nigh; This useful Gad-Fly traversing the field, With care the lab'ring animal to shield.

Such is the eye of Providential care, Along the path of life forever there; Whose guardian hand by day doth mortals keep And gently lays them down at night to sleep.

Immortal Guard, shall I thy pleasures grieve Like Noah's dove, wilt thou the creature leave; No never, never, whilst on earth I stay, And after death, then fly with me away.

See that fallen Princess! her splendor is gone—

The pomp of her morning is over; Her day-star of pleasure refuses to dawn, She wanders a nocturnal rover.

Alas! she resembles Jerusalem's fall, The fate of that wonderful city: When grief with astonishment rung from the wall, Instead of the heart cheering ditty.

When music was silent, no more to be rung, When Sion wept over her daughter;