---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1840 to 1841.
authors:
  - Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
editors:
  - Ebenezer Robinson
  - Don Carlos Smith
  - Smith, Joseph, Jr.
  - Taylor, John
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - newspaper
  - times-and-seasons
  - nauvoo
  - nineteenth-century
periodical: Times and Seasons
volume: 2
number: 16
published: 1841-06-15
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“[For the Times and Seasons.],” *Times and Seasons* 2, no. 16 (June 15, 1841): 452–453."
printed_title: "[For the Times and Seasons.]"
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-06-15_2_16
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v2n16.htm), with its page breaks; this Internet Archive scan is the reference copy (its OCR was used only as a witness for OCR repair)
  identifier: per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-06-15_2_16
start_page: 452
end_page: 453
curator_note: A Mormon newspaper published by the church in Nauvoo; included for historical study. Inclusion does not imply endorsement.
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1841 (Nauvoo, Illinois); published before 1931, so public domain in the United States
  source: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-06-15_2_16
  publication_year: 1841
---

# [For the Times and Seasons.]

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The following lines were written during the late arrest of Pres. Joseph Smith, which was instigated through the untiring malice

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of Missouri persecution; and are respectfully inscribed to Mrs. Emma Smith;

By Miss Eliza R. Snow.

I saw her in the throng, that met to pray Beloved of God and every faithful saint!

For her companion-torn from her away, Thy bosom feels what language fails to paint,

And from the church; thro' the device of those, When persecution, cloth'd with heartless pow'r,

Who in Missouri, vow'd to be our foes! Seeks with untiring malice, to devour

I gazed a moment, then I turn'd aside, Thy head-the partner, chosen of thy heart!-

The agitation of my soul to hide; With proper deff'rence, I would fain impart

And asked the Lord, to send a quick relief A word of comfort.-God, our God on high,

To her, who ever wept o'er others' grief- Regards thy suff'ring, and his people's cry;

To her, whose presence heav'nly lustre [luster]shed- And will restore the absent to thy side,

Who cloth'd the naked, and the hungry fed. And crown thy joy with virtue's sinless pride.

Ah! why should deep, intense anxiety, Shall wickedness forever triumph? No!

Pervade a breast where sensibility "The haughtiness of man, shall be brought low"-

Like hers resides? Oh! why should trouble roll Th' oppressor cease, and wicked men in power,

Its restless waves across her spotless soul? Like hungry wolves, no more the saints devour;

Ah! why should sorrow's bitterness corrode The time will come, when truth and righteousness,

A heart that is sweet innocence' abode Will fill the earth with peace and happiness.

Why should suspense, with racking torture bind City of Nauvoo, June 10th 1841.

The impulse of her noble, virtuous mind?

Why sadness shade the brow, so wont to glow

With love's bright radiance, "chaste as winter snow"?

Why should oppression aim another dart,

To wound the peace of her oft stricken heart?