Phillis Wheatley Home Poems Poets Phillis Wheatley Poems On Virtue by Phillis Wheatley O thou bright jewel in my aim I strive To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare An Hymn to the Evening by Phillis Wheatley Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain; To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On The Death Of His Daughter by Phillis Wheatley While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid On Imagination by Phillis Wheatley Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee! On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley 'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand