AN ADDRESS TO MISS PHILLIS WHEATLEY by Jupiter Hammon.
O, come, you pious youth! Adore The wisdom of thy god,
In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word,
Thou mightst been left behind, Amidst a dark abode;
God’s tender mercy still combined, Thou hast the holy word.
God morning heartache, you old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache, tho't we said goodbye last night.
I tossed and turned until it seemed you had gone, but here you... GOOD MORNING HEARTACHE by Irene Higginbotham.
