To Dr. Willard Richards

A word to the favor'd "two minutes in jail," O tell it ye saints, while eternities add,

When the fury of men, and the vengeance of hell, Where the righteous are joy'd, or the alarm'd,

Sent a shower of balls, like a shower of hail,- That amid all the carnage at Carthage, so bad,

And the mightiest prophets but breathed-"FAREWELL!" His body, as VEIL'D by the Lord, was unharm

When the answer was silent-to "what shall I do?" Ah! error's a phantom, but truth is a rod-

When there Brother Taylor lay weltering in gore; Hence onward these tidings shall pass round the globe,

When the heralds of death rush'd the broad way to view, That RICHARDS was "mark'd" with the martyrs of God,

And horribly glanc'd-YOU'RE THE LAST OF THE FOUR! Yet spared without even a hole on his robe!

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