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.
Whose children are these? Who do these children belong to?
With no power to look over,
He look at them sleeping,
Exhaustion overwhelming hunger, barely
Protect with burlap from the cold
Cabin.... WHOSE CHILDREN ARE THESE? by Gearld Barrax.
