For the Times and Seasons

The views of a lady between the hours of baptism and confirmation, on reading the 66 page of the Book of Mormon, 2d chap. 2d book. The first song given her in Zion.

How lustre [luster] shone on every line; The holy priesthood to unfold,

How deep the council, how divine And lead me forth to Israel's fold.

The Spirit testified in me,

Of Joseph's bow, and Judah's tree. To worship God's anointed Son

With whom the priesthood first begun;

Mine eyes have open'd to behold, The "Book of Covenants" to reveal,

The wonders I have never told; The secret of the seven seals.

My nat'ral sight he quickly gave

When rising from the liquid grave. The "Book of Mormon" greater still,

The Jewish records to fulfill;

My useful specks were laid aside Their hidden treasures to unlock,

When I became a wedded bride; And lead forth Joseph like a flock.

For long espoused I have been,

And called Messiah Lord and King, With Moses' rod, and Aaron's too,

To preach the Covenants old and new;

But O! alas, I little knew And in Aaronic grandeur clad

Of the great promise to the Jew; Like Israels Elders though a lad.

And less of Joseph's fruitful bough,

Or of Manassah's horns or how The mighty kingdom to restore

As in the ancient days of yore;

With Ephraims thousands God could bring In vain may babels harlots try

This silly dove to sit and sing- There doctrines false to magnify.

Full twenty five long trying years

I met the tide with all my fears, The prophet and the Spokesman join

To prove the records, both divine;

And would not yield to any priest, The "Book of Mormon" every line

In all the regions of the East; With Judah's record doth combine.

Nor set my name to creed or form,

But stood the fury of their storm The book of Covenants crowns them all

And loudly doth the angels call,

Under a broken Covenant's woe To order all my loyal sons;

Long had I grappled with the foe; My sanctified my chosen ones.

Tost [tossed] like a lonely Autumn leaf

And knew not where to find relief. And like a Grecian Phalanx stand

Until they reach the promis'd land,

Joy to the day-peace to the hour, Who bravely fought and bravely fell

When Zion's Herald came with power; As "old Thermop'læ's" story tells.

January 21, 1838.

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