AN ADDRESS TO MISS PHILLIS WHEATLEY by Jupiter Hammon.
O, come, you pious youth! Adore The wisdom of thy god,
In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word,
Thou mightst been left behind, Amidst a dark abode;
God’s tender mercy still combined, Thou hast the holy word.
I see’d her in de Springtime,
I see’d her in de Fall,
I see’d her in de Cotton patch
A cameing from de Ball.
She hug me, an’ she kiss me,
She Wrung my... SHE HUGGED ME AND SHE KISSED ME, a Negro Folk Secular.
