Poem from “Mr. Fare Play,” circa Late 1842
Poem from “Mr. Fare Play,” circa Late 1842
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“Mr. Fare Play,” Poem, to JS, [, Hancock Co., IL], ca. late 1842; unidentified handwriting; twenty pages; JS Collection, CHL.
3. Perhaps you’ll cast this book beneath the <-[bench]->
Or use it as a man would use a wrench
To hold the tongues of tattling men and vile
Whose bosoms are fill’d up with lowest guile
I have not much O friend my thought comprest
To do God’s will I came out to the west
Dont talk to me This word we understand
It bears within our shop its true command
Book 1
1 All brothers should in love together <dwell>
And tatling lying tales should never tell
To you O saints these lines I now adress
And I will not my anxious thought compr<ess>
The subject low of tatling been is my theme
Which matter the prophets hold in no esteem
The modern prophets who in Truth delight
A[n]d do the truth receive in visions bright [p. [2]]
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