A Hymn to the Morning

A Hymn to the Morning

Phillis Wheatley did something that was not possible during her lifetime. She published poetry. This was not a given because she was a woman. Nor was it a given because she was an African-American woman. Her poem “A Hymn to the Morning” is part of the legacy she left us.

About this article

This article previously appeared on The Ministry of Poetic Affairs website. This website was active between 2016 and 2018. After that, the website was active in 2020 and 2021. The website was an initiative of De Goede Huisvader, also responsible for Artigenda. That’s the reason why you can now find this article on this website.
Phillis Wheatley.
Phillis Wheatley.
Image: Wikimedia Commons.

Who was Phillis Wheatley?

The name Phillis Wheatley wasn’t the name she was given at birth. She was born in 1753 in West Africa. At the age of only seven or eight years old when she was sold as a slave. She was transported to North America, where the Wheatley family of Boston bought her. The family taught her to read and write and not soon after, they realised that she had writing talent. Especially when it came down to poetry. She made an overseas trip to London (1773) where her master’s son was trying to get her work published. At that time she was officially still enslaved.

In London, her poems were published as of 1773. In both England and the colonies, she became a well-known poet. Even George Washington read her work. Then she was set free by the Wheatleys.

About "A Hymn to the Morning"

The poem “A Hymn to the Morning” is considered one of Wheatley’s masterpieces. In this poem, she calls upon the Muses. These Muses are from Greek mythology and they are the inspirational goddesses of literature, science and arts. In ancient times the Muses inspired others. Inspiration to write poetry.
In the poem, she asks for both mental and physical guidance. It is the goddess of the dawn who asks her to write her song, dedicated to the goddess of morning.
Throughout the poem, she calls upon the ancient gods, to help her with everything. It’s more than saying grace to the morning. She wants to start a new period in her life. With this new period come uncertainties. In the end, it doesn’t matter what’s important: to find out if she’s doing the right thing or that darkness will fade and a new morning arrives.
Hymn to the Morning

ATTEND my lays, ye ever honoured nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
In the smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now demands my song.
Aurora hail and all the thousand die,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the feathered race resume,
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display
To shield your poet from the burning day:
Calliope awake the sacred lyre,
While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire:
The pow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies
In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.
See in the east th' illustrious king of day!
His rising radiance drives the shades away--
But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,
And scarce begun, concludes the th' abortive song.

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