Phillis Wheatley
An Hymn To Humanity
To S. P. G. Esq;

I.

LO! for this dark terrestrial ball
Forsakes his azure-paved hall
        A prince of heav'nly birth!
Divine Humanity behold,
What wonders rise, what charms unfold
        At his descent to earth!

II.

The bosoms of the great and good
With wonder and delight he view'd,
        And fix'd his empire there:
Him, close compressing to his breast,
The sire of gods and men address'd,
        "My son, my heav'nly fair!

III.

"Descend to earth, there place thy throne;
"To succour man's afflicted son
         "Each human heart inspire:
"To act in bounties unconfin'd
"Enlarge the close contracted mind,
         "And fill it with thy fire."