Page:Memoir and poems of Phillis Wheatley, a native African and a slave.djvu/94

85 Till Æolus in his rapid chariot drove,

In gloomy grandeur from the vaults above.

Furious he comes; his winged sons obey

Their frantic sire, and madden all the sea.

The billows rave, the wind's fierce tyrant roars,

And with his thundering terrors shakes the shores:

Broken by waves, the vessel's frame is rent,

And strews with planks the watery element.

But thee, Maria, a kind Nereid's shield

Preserved from sinking, and thy form upheld:

And sure some heavenly oracle designed,

At that dread crisis, to instruct thy mind

Things of eternal consequence to weigh,

And to thine heart just feelings to convey

Of things above, and of the future doom,

And what the births of the dread world to come.

From tossing seas I welcome thee to land.

"Resign her, Nereid," 'twas thy God's command.

Thy spouse, late buried, as thy fears conceived,

Again returns, thy fears are all relieved:

Thy daughter, blooming with celestial grace,

Again thou see'st, again thine arms embrace;

Oh come, and joyful show thy spouse his heir,

And what the blessings of maternal care!