Poem, 7 February 1844

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Warsaw Message
Feb 7th 1844
Bukeyes Lamentation for want of more wives
I once thought I had knowledge great
But now I find tis small,
I once thought I’d releigon too
But I find Iv’ none at all
For I have got but one lone wife
And can obtain no more
And the doctrine is I cant be saved
Unless Ive half a score
 
The narrow gate that Peter kept
In ages long ago
Is locked and barred since he gave up
The keys to beardless Joe
And Joe proclaims it is too small
And Causes great Delay
And that he has permission got
To open the broad way
 
The narrow way <​gate​> did well enough
When Beter [Peter], James and John
Did lead the saints, on Zions ward
in Single file along
When Batchelors like good old Paul
Could win the Glorious prize
And maids without a marriage like <​rite​>
Reach Manshons in the skies
 
But we have other teachings now
Of greater glory <​glories​> far
Now a single glory<​’s​> nothing more
Than some lone twinkling star
A two fold glory<​’s​> is like the Moon
That shines so sweet at night
Reflecting from her glorious <​gracious​> Lord
What ever he thinks right [p. [1]]
Warsaw Message
Feb 7th 1844
Bukeyes Lamentation for want of more wives
I once thought I had knowledge great
But now I find tis small,
I once thought I’d releigon too
But I find Iv’ none at all
For I have got but one lone wife
And can obtain no more
And the doctrine is I cant be saved
Unless Ive half a score
 
The narrow gate that Peter kept
In ages long ago
Is locked and barred since he gave up
The keys to beardless Joe
And Joe proclaims it is too small
And Causes great Delay
And that he has permission got
To open the broad way
 
The narrow gate did well enough
When Beter Peter, James and John
Did lead the saints, on Zion ward
in Single file along
When Batchelors like good old Paul
Could win the Glorious prize
And maids without a marriage rite
Reach Manshons in the skies
 
But we have other teachings now
Of greater glories far
Now a single glory’s nothing more
Than some lone twinkling star
A two fold glory’s like the Moon
That shines so sweet at night
Reflecting from her gracious Lord
What ever he thinks right [p. [1]]
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