From Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral (London and Boston, 1773).
’Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, | ||
Taught my benighted° soul to understand | in the dark | |
That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too: | ||
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. | ||
5 | Some view our sable° race with scornful eye, | black |
“Their colour is a diabolic° die.” | devilish | |
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain, | ||
May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.° | procession |