---
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: 8
published: 1843-03-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“The Morning-Glory,” *Times and Seasons* 4, no. 8 (March 1, 1843): 128."
printed_title: The Morning-Glory.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1843-03-01_4_8
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v4n08.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_1843-03-01_4_8
start_page: 128
end_page: 128
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_1843-03-01_4_8
  publication_year: 1843
---

# The Morning-Glory

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For the Times and Seasons.

I saw the fairest flower, But Sol had hardly mounted An emblem of thy beauty,

That nature's fields adorn, His station at mid day, That soon must droop and die:

Spread forth in all it's splendor, Before this morning-glory As this pale wither'd flower,

Quite early in the morn. Began to fade away. Neglected you must lie!

'Tis called the morning-glory, It's leaves turned pale and quivering, Thus 'tis with human glory,

Thus little Mary said, It's feeble head hung down; How soon its day is o'er;

As gently she was causing It's glories all departed It spreads abroad its splendor,

It's tender vines to spread. And dropped on the ground. And then 'tis seen no more.

Such splendid tints of beauty, Alas! thou charming flower, "Ah! true, my dearest father,"

No Pencil could portray, Where are thy beauties fled? Young Mary quick replied.

As this sweet lovely flower In one short fleeting moment "But then to-morrow morning

Most richly did display. Sunk down among the dead! This vine will be suppli'd.

It's hues so rarely blended, Behold, young blooming Mary, With many a lovely flower,

And of the brightest dye; Thy flowers fade away! As sweet and bright as they;

It far surpass'd the iris Though rear'd with such attention, 'Tis called the morning-glory,

That hung across the sky. How soon their charms decay! That blossoms every day."

O, then rejoice dear Mary,

Though we must sink in pain,

There sure will come a morning

When we shall rise again:

And, clothed in living splendor,

That ne'er shall fade away;

Thou'lt be a morning glory

In that eternal day.

The Times and Season, is edited by John Taylor. Printed and published about the first and fifteenth of every month, on the corner of Water and Bain Streets, Nauvoo, Hancock county, Illinois, by John Taylor & Wilford Woodruff

Terms.-Two Dollars per annum, payable in all cases in advance. Any person procuring five new subscribers, and forwarding us Ten Dollars current money, shall receive one volume gratis. All letters must be addressed to John Taylor, editor, Post Paid, or they will not receive attention.