'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, <br />Taught my benighted soul to understand <br />That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too: <br />Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. <br />Some view our sable race with scornful eye, <br />"Their colour is a diabolic die." <br />Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain, <br />May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.<br /><br />Phillis Wheatley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-being-brought-from-africa-to-america/
