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Written in iambic pentameter, Wheatley mentioned the perception of American society towards the African slaves in her poem; described it as “Some view our sable race with scornful eye, “Their colour is a diabolic die”". Consists of eight-line length, the poem touches on the discovery of new religion, Christianity among the slaves; she illustrated it as 'mercy' which brought her from the 'Pagan land' - the land that did not practice Christianity. At the end of the poem, she suggested that African can be liberated with the practice of Christianity.

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On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley

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'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,

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Representing the black community, Wheatley wanted to escape her reality and build a new world through her imagination as proposed in the poem. She labelled her imagination as Fancy;  wishing that her people will escaped  slavery and achieve their freedom. She later introduced the word Winter which described the reality that hold her back from her imagination. As cold and gloomy as the winter season, her dream might not come true as the reality is harsh for the slaves; their future is blurry and unpredictable. Throughout the poem, she also declared that nobody and nothing can stop her from dreaming although she is aware of the reality that awaits her.

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Thy various works, imperial queen, we see,

How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee!

Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand,

And all attest how potent is thine hand.

From Helicon's refulgent heights attend,

Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:

To tell her glories with a faithful tongue,

Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.

Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,

Till some lov'd object strikes her wand'ring eyes,

Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,

And soft captivity involves the mind.

Imagination! who can sing thy force?

Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?

Soaring through air to find the bright abode,

Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God,

We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,

And leave the rolling universe behind:

From star to star the mental optics rove,

Measure the skies, and range the realms above.

There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,

Or with new worlds amaze th' unbounded soul.

Though Winter frowns to Fancy's raptur'd eyes

The fields may flourish, and gay scenes arise;

The frozen deeps may break their iron bands,

And bid their waters murmur o'er the sands.

Fair Flora may resume her fragrant reign,

And with her flow'ry riches deck the plain;

Sylvanus may diffuse his honours round,

And all the forest may with leaves be crown'd:

Show'rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose,

And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose.

Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain,

O thou the leader of the mental train:

In full perfection all thy works are wrought,

And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought.

Before thy throne the subject-passions bow,

Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler thou;

At thy command joy rushes on the heart,

And through the glowing veins the spirits dart.

Fancy might now her silken pinions try

To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse on high:

From Tithon's bed now might Aurora rise,

Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies,

While a pure stream of light o'erflows the skies.

The monarch of the day I might behold,

And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold,

But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,

Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse;

Winter austere forbids me to aspire,

And northern tempests damp the rising fire;

They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea,

Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.

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Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee! Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand, And all attest how potent is thine hand. From Helicon's refulgent heights attend, Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend: To tell her glories with a faithful tongue, Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.

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Phillis Wheatley is a notable African-American poet; born in 1753 in West Africa. She was the first African-American who wrote literature during the time. She was sold into slavery at the age of 7 and was transported to America later on. She was very lucky as she was purchased by Wheatley family which later she adopted as her last name. Her admission into Wheatley family gave her a golden change in writing poetry; Wheatley recognized her potential and encouraged her to write. Not many of African slaves were given the chance to show their talents like Phillis Wheatley, hence she used it to the fullest in conveying her journey as a slave, and her people. However, many scholars mentioned that she did not represent her people as she was ‘white’ in her poetry.

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