On Being Brought From Africa To America

Phillis Wheatley

’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 fought now knew,
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
“Their colour is a diabolic die.”
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.

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• Phillis Wheatley : On The Death Of A Young Gentleman
• Phillis Wheatley : On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Years Of Age
• Phillis Wheatley : On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall
• Phillis Wheatley : On The Death Of J. C. An Infant
• Phillis Wheatley : On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield
• Phillis Wheatley : On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769
• Phillis Wheatley : On The Death Of The Rev. Mr. George Whitefield

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