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Poem from Stephen Ross, 15 January 1844
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To Br Joseph
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January 15
th
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1844
Beloved brother in
I Send these lines and trust that you
Will read them ore; and let me know
What you think best for me to Do
I know the time is near at hand
When all the Jews throughout the land
Shall geather to thier land again
For this the Bible, Doth make plain,
Isaiah, Says the Lord will rais
An insign in the latter Days
The Dispersed of Judah geather home
That they may build Jerusalem
Ezekiel also had a view
Saw Josephs Book and Judahs too
And heard the Lord command to write
Upon two Sticks that Should unite
We See what both the prophets meant
As one thing folows each event
That is the Lord; will Set his hand
Once more to get them to thier land
And uterly Destroy the <tongue>
Cast upon high
<Of Egypts Sea thats Stood> So long
Cast up an high way for a road
And make men go over dry Shod
A mighty army under Gog
Shall then go up the Jews to rob
To take a gold and Silver Spoil
To Slay and Drive them from thier Soil
And now the Jews in Dread and fear
Behold the army Drawing near
Not knowing what to think or Do
Compared with Gogs; they are So few
As they Stand gazing in Dispair
A light Shines forth in open air
Look up and See the heavens Rends
And Christ the king of kings Decends
And on mount Olivet Stands his feet [p. [1]]
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