Read the poem "on virtue," by phyllis wheatley. o thou bright jewel in my aim i strive to comprehend thee. thine own words declare wisdom is higher than a fool can reach. i cease to wonder, and no more attempt thine height t’explore, or fathom thy profound. but, o my soul, sink not into despair, virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand would now embrace thee, hovers o’er thine head. fain would the heaven-born soul with her converse, then seek, then court her for her promised bliss. auspicious queen, thine heavenly pinions spread, and lead celestial chastity along; lo! now her sacred retinue descends, arrayed in glory from the orbs above. attend me, virtue, thro’ my youthful years! o leave me not to the false joys of time! but guide my steps to endless life and bliss. greatness, or goodness, say what i shall call thee, to give an higher appellation still, teach me a better strain, a nobler lay, o thou, enthroned with cherubs in the realms of day! what is the main similarity between "on virtue" and frost’s poem "mending wall"? both use everyday language. both use a similar rhyme scheme. both use free verse. both use blank verse.