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 I race with scornful eye, 5
 "Their colour is a diabolic die."
 Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain, 2
 May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.