As when Eolus heavens fair face deforms, Enwrappd in tempest and a nig — Phillis Wheatley

"Some view our sable race with scornful eye, "Their colour is a diabolic die." Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, May be refind, and join th angelic train."

"But how is Mneme dreaded by the race, Who scorn her warnings and despise her grace? By her unveild each horrid crime appears, Her awful hand a cup of wormwood bears. Days, years mispent, O what a hell of woe! Hers the worst tortures that our souls can know."

"But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside, And let the fountain of your tears be dryd, In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain, Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain, Your pains they witness, but they can no more, While Death reigns tyrant oer this mortal shore."

"Thee, first in peace and honor - we demand The grace and glory of thy martial band. Famd for thy valor, for thy virtues more, Hear every tongue thy guardian aid implore! One century scarce performd its destined round,"

"Olive and laurel binds her golden hair: Wherever shines this native of the skies, Unnumberd charms and recent graces rise. Muse! bow propitious while my pen relates How pour her armies through a thousand gates,"

"When first thy pencil did these beaties give And breathing figures learnt from thee to live"