On the Baptized Æthiopian

Let it no longer be a forlorne hope

To wash an Æthiope:

Hee’s washt, his gloomy skin a peacefull shade

For his white soule is made:

And now, I doubt not, the Eternall Dove,

A black-fac’d house will love.

SOURCE: Richard Crashaw, Steps to the Temple (London, 1648), 15.