“Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin’d, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.”

Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, /May be refin’d and join th’ angelic train.

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.

Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.

Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy sideThy every action let the goddess guide.

The world is a severe schoolmaster, for its frowns are less dangerous than its smiles and flatteries, and it is a difficult task to keep in the path of wisdom.

Since my return to America my Master, has at the desire of my friends in England given me my freedom.

In every human Beast, God has implanted a Principle, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance.

May be refined, and join the angelic train.

We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.

There’s always a glimmer in eyes that have been through the dark.

And the darkness felt suddenly like home again. Like a familiar place in the shadows where we used to meet.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.

I survived the darkness. Crawled. Clawed. Endured. Untangled lies from truth. This wisdom is my sword.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

Accept the darkness before you expect the sun to shine.