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. |
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