On Messrs Hussey and Coffin

Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,

As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?

Was it not Boreas knit his angry

Against you? or did Consideration bow?

To lend you Aid, did not his Winds combine?

To stop your passage with a churlish Line,

Did haughty Eolus with Contempt look

With Aspect windy, and a study'd Frown?

Regard them not; — the Great Supreme, the Wise,

Intends for something hidden from our Eyes.

Suppose the groundless Gulph had snatch'd

Hussey and Coffin to the raging Sea;

Where wou'd they go? where wou'd be their Abode?

With the supreme and independent God,

Or made their Beds down in the Shades below,

Where neither Pleasure nor Content can flow.

To Heaven their Souls with eager Raptures soar,

Enjoy the Bliss of him they wou'd adore.

Had the soft gliding Streams of Grace been near,

Some favourite Hope their fainting hearts to cheer,

Doubtless the Fear of Danger far had fled:

No more repeated Victory crown their Heads.

Had I the Tongue of a Seraphim, how would I exalt thy Praise; thy Name as Incense to the Heavens should fly, and the Remembrance of thy Goodness to the shoreless Ocean of Beatitude! — Then should the Earth glow with seraphick Ardour.

Blest Soul, which sees the Day while Light doth shine,

To guide his Steps to trace the Mark divine.

To The Printer:

Please to insert the following Lines, composed by a Negro Girl (belonging to one Mr.

Wheatley of Boston) on the following Occasion, viz.

Messrs Hussey and Coffin, as undermentioned, belonging to Nantucket, being bound from thence to Boston, narrowly escaped being cast away on Cape-Cod, in one of the late Storms; upon their Arrival, being at Mr.

Wheatley's, and, while at Dinner, told of their narrow Escape, this Negro Girl at the same Time 'tending Table, heard the Relation, from which she composed the following Verses.--Phillis WheatleyA reader informs us that this was in a newspaper on December 21, 1767