THE EVENING (By: Phillis Wheatley)

Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heavenly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heavens what beauteous dies are
spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with every virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Filled with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heavenly, more refined;
So shall the labors of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night's leaden scepter seals my drowsy eyes.

THE EVENING (By: Phillis Wheatley)