Phillis Wheatley (Филлис Уитли)

On Being Brought from Africa to America

'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Tought me 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, Negros, black Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train. 

1. A Funeral Poem on the Death of C. E. an Infant of Twelve Months
2. A Hymn to the Evening
3. On the Death of a Young Gentleman
4. On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769
5. To a Lady and Her Children

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