Поэзия
Поэзия On Being Brought from Africa to America
elizasmomma posted on Aug 07, 2012 at 11:38PM
'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, Negro's, black as Cain, May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train. Phillis Wheatley |