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The Pilgrim of Love

by Amelia Alderson Opie

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Drawing the boundary…

On Being Brought from Africa to America

by Phillis Wheatley

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Drawing the boundary…

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The Pilgrim of Love

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Orynthia, my beloved!
I call in vain!
Orynthia! Orynthia!
Echo hears and calls again.
A mimic voice repeats the name around!
And with Orynthia all the rocks re-sound!

A Hermit who dwells in these solitudes, cross'd me,
As way worn and faint up the mountain I press'd,
The aged man paus'd on his staff to accost me,
And proffer'd his cell, as my mansion of rest.
Ah! nay, courteous Father, right onward I rove;
No rest but the grave for the Pilgrim of Love!

'Yet tarry, my son, till the burning noon passes,
Let boughs of the Lemon tree shelter thy head;
The juice of ripe Muscadel flows in my glasses,
And rushes, fresh pull'd, for Siesta are spread!'
Ah! nay, courteous Father, right onward I rove,
No rest but the grave for the Pilgrim of Love!

On Being Brought from Africa to America

by Phillis Wheatley

'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.

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