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 | benighted = in the dark |
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, | sable = black |
“Their colour is a diabolic° die.” | diabolic = devilish |
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain, | |
May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.° | train = procession |