“Olive and laurel binds her golden hair: Wherever shines this native of the skies, Unnumber'd charms and recent graces rise. Muse! bow propitious while my pen relates How pour her armies through a thousand gates”

—  Phillis Wheatley

1770s, To His Excellency, George Washington (1775)

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