James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
September 30On the Death of The Rev. George Whitefield
By Phillis Wheatley (17531784)
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Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown.
We hear no more the music of thy tongue,
Thy wonted auditories cease to throng.
Thy sermons in unequalled accents flowed,
And every bosom with devotion glowed;
Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refined
Inflame the heart, and captivate the mind.
Unhappy, we the setting sun deplore,
So glorious once, but ah! it shines no more.
But tho’ arrested by the hand of death,
Whitefield no more exerts his laboring breath;
Yet let us view him in th’ eternal skies,
Let every heart to this bright vision rise;
While the tomb safe retains its sacred trust,
Till life divine re-animates his dust.