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]]
A ten fold glory that the prize
With out it your undone
And <​But​> with it you will shine as bright
As the bright shining sun
there you may reign like mighty gods
Creating worlds so fair
A[t] least a world for every wife
That you take with you there
 
The man thats <​has​> got ten fair wives
Ten worlds he may create
And he that has got less than this
Will find a bitter fate
The one or two that he may have
He’ll be deprived of these
and they’ll be given as talents were
To him that <​who​> has got ten
 
And ’tis so here in this sad life
Such ills you must endure
Some priest or king may claim your wife
Because that your are poor
A revelation he may get
refuse it if you deare
And you’ll be damned perpetually
By our good Lord the mayor
 
But if that you yield willing[ly?]
Your Daughters and you<​r​> wives
In spiritual marriage to our Pope
He[’]ll bless you all your lives
He[’]ll seal you up be damned you Can’t
No matter what you do
If that you only stick to him
He’ll swears he ll take you through [p. [2]]
[He’ll lead you on through the broad gate,]
[Which he has opened wide—]
[In solid columns] you shall March
[And enter] side by side
[And no] delay you’ll meet with there
But forward march you shall
For he[’]s not only our Lord Mayor But Lord Lieutenant-Rall
 
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This is the secret doctrine taught
By Joe and the red rams*— <​* & ​>
Altho in public they deny
But then tis all a sham
they fear the indignation just
of those who have come here
With hands thats clean and honest hearts
To searve the Lord with fear
 
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Thus all the do slyly teach
and Slyly practice too
And the sage
Wont have untied his shoe
For sure twould be quit[e] impolite
If not a great disgrace
To have a widow sister fair
Spit in a prophets face
 
But Joe at Snairing beats them all
And as the rest does laugh
For widows poor and orphan Girls
He can ensnaire with chaff
He sets his snairs around for all
And very seldom fails
To catch some thoughtless Pa[r]tridges
Snow Birds or Knight engales [p. [3]]
[But there are hundred other birds]
[He never can make sing;]
Who wont be driven [nor dragged to hell]
By prophet Priest or Kin[g]
Who’s sires have bled in days done by
For their dear s Cause
And who will still maintain their <​its​> right Its liberty and laws—
 
Feb. 7. 1844
Bukeye’s lament for want of more wives [p. [4]]

Footnotes

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    TEXT: Top part of page is torn off; missing text supplied from “Buckeye’s Lamentation for Want of More Wives,” Warsaw Message, 7 Feb. 1844, [1].  

    Warsaw Message. Warsaw, IL. 1843–1844.

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    TEXT: Top part of page is torn off; missing text supplied from “Buckeye’s Lamentation for Want of More Wives,” Warsaw Message, 7 Feb. 1844, [1].  

    Warsaw Message. Warsaw, IL. 1843–1844.

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    Docket in handwriting of Leo Hawkins.