The First 7 lines of “To the University of Cambridge”
Phillis Wheatley, 1767
While an intrinsic ardor bids me write
The muse doth promise to assist my pen.
‘Twas but e’en now I left my native Shore
The sable Land of error’s darkest night
There, sacred Nine! for you no place was found,
Parent of mercy, ‘twas thy Powerfull hand
Brought me in Safety from the dark abode.