---
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: 8
published: 1842-02-15
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“Parting Words,” *Times and Seasons* 3, no. 8 (February 15, 1842): 702."
printed_title: PARTING WORDS.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1842-02-15_3_8
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v3n08.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_1842-02-15_3_8
start_page: 702
end_page: 702
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_1842-02-15_3_8
  publication_year: 1842
---

# Parting Words

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By James Montgomery.

"And he said let me go, for the day breaketh" Genesis xxii: 23.

Let me go, the day is breaking And 'tis hard 'tis hard to part;

Dear companions, let me go; While I sigh "Farewell" to you,

We have spent a night in waking Answer one and all, "Adieu."

In the wilderness below;

Upward now I bend my way, 'Twas darkness gathering round me,

Part we here at break of day. This withdraws me from your sight;

Walls of flesh no more can bind me

Let me go; I may not tarry, Bnt [But] translated into light.

Wrestling thus with doubts and fears, Like the lark on mountain wing,

Angels wait my soul to carry Though unseen, you hear me sing.

Where my risen Lord appears.

Friends and kindred, weep not so- Heaven's broad day hath o'er me broken,

If ye love me, let me go. Far beyond earth's span of sky;

Am I dead?-Nay by this token,

We have traveled long together, Know that I have ceased to die:

Hand in hand, and heart in heart, Would you solve the mystery,

Both through fair and stormy weather, Come up hither-come and see.