On Being Brought from Africa to America

’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 sought nor 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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First published in Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral (1773). First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established. [1]

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Phillis Wheatley (1753?–1784). “On Being Brought from Africa to America.” First published in Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral (1773). Text: Poem Index, https://poemindex.org/phillis-wheatley/on-being-brought-from-africa-to-america/. Append #L14 to cite line 14, or #L4-L9 for lines 4–9.

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