Phillis Wheatley Quote
Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
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 feather'd race resume,
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley: A Native African and a Slave (ed. 1834)