Chapter 9 of 42
ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA.
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, Negroes, black as Cain, May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.