There was one poem that I wrote, an elegy in fact, that really seemed to cause people to take notice of me. I had written it to honor George Whitefield. He was a recently deceased English evangelist, who was very well liked.

That was the time during what was referred to as the "Great Awakening." He had preached a sermon at the Old South Meeting House, the Congregational church that Mrs. Wheatley belonged to and that I also attended.

One of the reasons that I admired him so, was that he preached that all people were spiritual equals. Among the included lines in it, which was written as a tribute to the ideas he championed were: