“Anon Britannia droops the pensive head, While round increase the rising hills of dead. Ah! cruel blindness to Columbia's state! Lament thy thirst of boundless power too late. Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy side”

—  Phillis Wheatley

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

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American poet 1753–1784

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