‘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 now 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.
One Being Brought From Africa To America
Analysis, meaning and summary of Phillis Wheatley's poem One Being Brought From Africa To America
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