---
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: 19
published: 1841-08-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“By Miss Eliza R. Snow,” *Times and Seasons* 2, no. 19 (August 1, 1841): 501–502."
printed_title: By Miss Eliza R. Snow.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-08-01_2_19
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v2n19.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_1841-08-01_2_19
start_page: 501
end_page: 502
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_1841-08-01_2_19
  publication_year: 1841
---

# By Miss Eliza R. Snow

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'Twas not to gain the world's regard,

That she the path of virtue trod;

She sought-she's won a high reward:-

She lov'd and worship'd Israel's God.

'Midst persecution, she has borne-

The keenest pang of deep distress;

But tho' of earthly comforts shorn,

Pursued the ways of happiness.

Screen'd from the world's unhallow'd gaze,

She nobly grac'd her humble lot;

She walk'd in wisdom's golden ways,

And twin'd the wreath of heav'nly thought.

Like a sweet rose that's wont to spread

Its fragrance thro' the darkest gloom;

Her christian life an infl'ence shed,

That does, and will, survive the tomb.

Not like a flowret [floret] in the shade,

That's doom'd to waste its beauties there;

Her's were the charms that will not fade,

Nor perish on terrestrial air.

And tho' she's gone, her virtues twine

A holy wreath above her urn-

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A gentle halo, that will shine

Till mem'ry's lamp forgets to burn.

Died-In Quincy, May 5th 1841, Maria, consort of M. Evert, aged 31 years, 1 month, and 13 days.