---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1842 to 1843.
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: 4
number: 20
published: 1843-09-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“On the Death of Harriot Francis Wheeler,” *Times and Seasons* 4, no. 20 (September 1, 1843): 319."
printed_title: ON THE DEATH OF HARRIOT FRANCIS WHEELER.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1843-09-01_4_20
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v4n20.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_1843-09-01_4_20
start_page: 319
end_page: 319
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 1843 (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_1843-09-01_4_20
  publication_year: 1843
---

# On the Death of Harriot Francis Wheeler

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BY P. H. YOUNG.

A beautiful rose, by the morning's soft breezes, I hailed thee with rapture, when the soft dews were shining

Had budded, alas! for a day; Upon thee, in infantile days.

The dew drops were kissing the opening flower, I saw thee when blooming, embraced thee with anguish,

As the sun rose to drive them away. As thou droop'd in the sun's scorching rays.

When first I beheld it, I long'd for the opening, But alas thou hast fled from this garden of flowers,

Which dews in their turn would perform, To the garden of God far on high;

And watching its glory, I saw, but with anguish, Which thou left for a moment, to bloom in a bower

Concealed in its bosom a worm. On earth,-then to wither and die.

This rose, though in infancy, yet I found blooming - May the stalk that produced thee, still bloom in this bower,

With graces exceeding by far Till thou shalt descend from the sky,

The rest of the roses that bloomed in the garden, With Jesus who vanquished the power that destroyed thee,

With its beauty none there could compare. And crowns thee with fullness of joy.

O goddess of flowers! why hast thou thus cherished

Fond hope in a bosom like this;

While in thine own vitals a worm thou hast nourished,

To take thee from earth, home to bliss.