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, Negros, black as Cain, 

May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.

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