Sources. A Poem

PROM NAUVOO TO SALT LAKE 57 Piatt to make some preparations for crossing. We were over- taken today by five mountaineers with about twenty horses and pack mules, direct from Sante Fe, bound for Green River. They report that the Mormon Battallion crossed the mountains and went on to California, last winter, and that the detachment at Fort Pueblo will soon be on our track. (To be Continued.) Sources. I passed a stagnant marsh that lay Beneath a reeking scum of green, A loathsome puddle by the way; No sorrier pool was ever seen. I thought: "How lost to all things pure And clean and white those foul depths be!" Next day from out that pond obscure Two queenly lilies laughed at me. I passed a hovel 'round whose door The signs of penury were strewn ; I saw the grimed and littered floor, The walls of logs from tree-trunks hewn. I said: "The gates of life are shut To those within that wretched pen;" But, lo! from out that lowly hut Came one to rule the world of men. — Strickland W. Gillilan, in Success.