ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO
AMERICA.
’T was 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 color is a diabolic dye.’
Remember, Christians, Negros black as Cain
May be refined, and join the angelic train.
Source of the text - Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley, a Native African and a Slave. Boston: Geo. W. Light, 1834, page 42.
TJB: Over understated. In 4 simple iambic couplets, with Latinate poise, the poet equally expresses her Salvation & enslavement, by the same hands.

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