Voice from Joseph: A Poem

VOICE FROM JOSEPH.

Come to me, will ye come to the Saints that have died, To the next better world, where the righteous reside, Where the angels and spirits in harmony be, In the joys of a vast Paradise? Come to me. Come to me, where the truth and the virtues prevail, Where the union is one, and the years never fail. Where the heart can't conceive, nor the natui'al eye see What the Lord has prepared for the just: Come to me. * * * * ** * *

Come to me, all ye faithful and blest of Nauvoo Come, ye Twelve, and ye High Priests, and Seventies, too; Come, ye Elders, and all of the great company. When you've finished your work on the earth: Come to me. Come to me; here's the future, the present and past; Here is Alpha, Omega, the first and the last Here's the "Fountain," the "River of Life," and the "Tree!" Here's your Prophet and Seer, Joseph Smith: come to me. W. W. Phelps, in L. D. S. Hymn Book.