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Thu, 24.09.2009

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.

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I have just seen a most beautiful thing Slim and still Against a gold, gold sky, A straight black cypress, Sensitive, Exquisite, A black finger Pointing upwards. Why, beautiful still finger, are you black? And why are you... THE BLACK FINGER by Angelina Weld Grimke’.
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