Cumorah

CUMORAH. (For the Improvement Era. One of time's sublimest pages Now you come, a flood of glory Annal thy prophetic dawn, Streaming o'er your visage old: Voice of the unstoried ages, With their prehistoric story Tombstone of their nations gone ! Written on your heart of gold ; Twice a people's last protection, Teeming with the gospel leaven, Twice the witness of a world Lifted by an angel hand, In the arms of insurrection, In the very light of heaven, To prophetic ruin hurled. To the eyes of every land. Raman of the ancient nation, The Cumorah of the last, From your bosom comes salvation, And the story of the past! Theo. E. Curtis. Salt Lake City, Utah.