PHILLIS WHEATLEY

A Farewell to America

I.

Adieu, New-England’s smiling meads,

Adieu, th’ flow’ry plain:

I leave thine op’ning charms, O spring,

And tempt the roaring main.

II.

In vain for me the flow’rets rise,

And boast their gaudy pride,

While here beneath the northern skies

I mourn for health deny’d.

III.

Celestial maid of rosy hue,

Oh let me feel thy reign!

I languish till thy face I view,

Thy vanish’d joys regain.

IV.

Susannah mourns, nor can I bear

To see the crystal shower

Or mark the tender falling tear

At sad departure’s hour;

V.

Not regarding can I see

Her soul with grief opprest

But let no sighs, no groans for me

Steal from her pensive breast.

VI.

In vain the feather’d warblers sing

In vain the garden blooms

And on the bosom of the spring

Breathes out her sweet perfumes.

VII.

While for Britannia’s distant shore

We weep the liquid plain,

And with astonish’d eyes explore

The wide-extended main.

VIII.

Lo! Health appears! celestial dame!

Complacent and serene,

With Hebe’s mantle o’er her frame,

With soul-delighting mien.

X.

Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?

So slow thy rising ray?

Give us the famous town to view,

Thou glorious King of day!

XI.

For thee, Britannia, I resign

New-England’s smiling fields;

To view again her charms divine,

What joy the prospect yields!

XII.

But thou! Temptation hence away,

With all thy fatal train,

Nor once seduce my soul away,

By thine enchanting strain.

XIII.

Thrice happy they, whose heavenly shield

Secures their souls from harm,

And fell Temptation on the field

Of all its pow’r disarms.