On Being Brought from Africa to America
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die.
"
Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
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Phillis Wheatley
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