Such was the modest and amiable disposition of Phillis Wheatley. She studied Latin, and her translations show that she made considerable progress in it; and she wrote poetry. At the age of fourteen she appears to have first attempted literary composition, and by the time she was nineteen the whole of her printed poems appear to have been written. They were published in London in 1773 in a small volume of above 120 pages, containing thirty-nine pieces, which she dedicated to the Countess of Huntington. This work has gone through several editions in England and America. Most of her poetry has a religious or moral bearing; all breathes a soft and sentimental feeling; many pieces were written on the death of friends. In a poem addressed to a clergyman on the death of his wife, some beautiful lines occur: "O come away," her longing spirit cries, "And share with me the rapture of the skies. Our bliss divine to mortals is unknown, Immortal life and glory are our own. Here too may the dear pledges of our love Arrive, and taste with us the joys above; Attune the harp to more than mortal lays, And join with us the tribute of their praise To Him who died stern justice to atone, And make eternal glory all our own." A poem on the Providence of God contains the following: "All-wise, Almighty Providence, we trace In trees, and plants, and all the flowery race, As clear as in the nobler frame of man, All lovely ensigns of the Maker's plan. The power the same that forms a ray of light, That called creation from eternal night." From a beautiful address and prayer to the Deity: "Great God, incomprehensible, unknown To sense, we bow at thine exalted throne. O while we crave thine excellence to feel, Thy sacred presence to our hearts reveal, And give us of that mercy to partake, Which Thou hast promised for the Saviour's sake." About the twenty-first year of her age Phillis was liberated; but she continued in her master's family, where she was much respected. Her health was delicate, and her physician having recommended a sea-voyage, it was arranged that she should visit England. She had not before been parted from her adopted mother, and the separation was painful to both of them. Phillis was received and admired in the first circles of English society, her poems published, and her portrait engraved. Her countenance appears to have been pleasing, and her head highly intellectual. The health of Mrs. Wheatley declined, and she longed for her beloved companion. On the first notice of her benefactress's desire to see her, Phillis, whose humility was not shaken by flattery and attention, re-embarked for Boston. Within a short time after her return she stood by the dying bed of her mistress, mother, and friend, and Phillis Wheatley found herself alone.