---
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: 23
published: 1841-10-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“Give Me The Spot,” *Times and Seasons* 2, no. 23 (October 1, 1841): 565–566."
printed_title: Give Me The Spot.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-10-01_2_23
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v2n23.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_1841-10-01_2_23
start_page: 565
end_page: 566
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_1841-10-01_2_23
  publication_year: 1841
---

# Give Me The Spot

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By L. O. Littlefield.

Oh! give me the spot where the wild-deer reposes,

And the hum of the city and hammer is still-

Where naught but perfume, from the sweet scented roses,

Enamour [Enamor] the silence and gloom of the hill.

Oh! give me the spot where the glance of the moon-beam

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Steals peacefully down from the gloom of the skies- Oh! give me the spot where the true hand of friendship

Where Happiness sits on the bank of the cool stream, Doth brush off each tear of despondence and care-

And the sweet voice of Freedom doth cheerfully rise. Where Faith, Love, Virtue, and Brotherly-fellowship,

Do lie down, at eve, in their undisturbed lair.

Oh! give me the spot where the hand of oppression

Is swept from the peace of the lone mountain dell- Oh! give me the spot, by the 'cold world glanced over,'

Where streamlets glide softly with 'trembling emotion,' Where Religion and Virtue doth deck each soft brow!

And fill every breeze with their soul-cheering knell. Oh! give me the spot, where's a friend and a brother

To sooth [soothe] every feeling of heart-stricken woe!