'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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS RECOGNITION by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST ONLY THE HEART IS HAUNTED by VERNE BRIGHT TEN YEARS HAVE PASSED; ON VIEWING WAR GRAVES AT VERDUN, 1928 by DON MAITLAND BUSHBY |