Poem from Eliza R. Snow, before 20 August 1842
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, Poem, [, Hancock Co., IL], to JS and , [, Hancock Co., IL, before 20 Aug. 1842]. Version published in Wasp, 20 Aug. 1842, vol. 1, no. 18, [4]. For more complete source information, see the source note for Notice, 28 Apr. 1842.
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To Joseph Smith; and his lady, Presidentess .
by miss .
Since by chance, the ‘key bump,’ has been added to you
With its proper enlargement of brain;
Let me hope all the thunderbolts malice may strew,
Will excite in your bosom, no pain.
But I think if an angel were station’d in air,
For a season, just over our heads,
With a view of things passing: his optics would stare
To behold the vague scenery that spreads.
He’d be apt to conclude, from the medley of things;
We’ve got into a jumble of late—
A deep intricate puzzle, a tangle of strings,
That no possible scheme can make straight.
Tell me, what will it be, and O, where will it end?
Say, if you have permission to tell:
Is there any fixed point unto which prospects tend?
Does a focus belong to pell-mell?
From the midst of confusion can harmony flow?
Or can peace from distraction come forth?
From out of corruption, integrity grow?
Or can vice unto virtue give birth?
Will the righteous come forth with their garments unstained?
With their hearts unpoluted with sin?
O, yes; Zion, thy honor will still be sustained,
And the glory of God usher’d in. [p. [4]]
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