---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1841 to 1842.
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: 3
number: 23
published: 1842-10-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“The Signs of the Times,” *Times and Seasons* 3, no. 23 (October 1, 1842): 942."
printed_title: THE SIGNS OF THE TIMES.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1842-10-01_3_23
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v3n23.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_1842-10-01_3_23
start_page: 942
end_page: 942
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 1842 (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_1842-10-01_3_23
  publication_year: 1842
---

# The Signs of the Times

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(From the Warder.)

The days of old were days of might, A blight hath pass'd upon the church,

In forms of greatness moulded [molded]; Her summer hath departed;

And flowers of heaven grew on the earth, The chill of age is on her sons,

Within the church unfolded. The cold and fearful-hearted.

For grace fell fast as summer's dew, And sad amid neglect and scorn,

And Saints to giant's stature grew. Our mother sits and weeps forlorn.

But one by one the gifts are gone, Narrow and narrower still, each year

That in the church resided; The holy circles groweth;

And gone the spirits living light, And what the end of all shall be,

That on her walls abided: Nor man nor angel knoweth.

When by our shrines he came to dwell And so we wait and watch in fear.

In power and presence visible. It may be that the Lord is near.