---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1844 to 1845.
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: 5
number: 4
published: 1844-02-15
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“Farewell to Nauvoo,” *Times and Seasons* 5, no. 4 (February 15, 1844): 447."
printed_title: FAREWELL TO NAUVOO.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1844-02-15_5_4
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v5n04.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_1844-02-15_5_4
start_page: 447
end_page: 447
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 1844 (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_1844-02-15_5_4
  publication_year: 1844
---

# Farewell to Nauvoo

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Fair the city of the saints! my heart to thee Wisdom and knowledge that will not decay;

Will often turn with sadness and regret, Light and intelligence that will impart

When far away my dwelling place shall be, New glory to the beauties of creation,

For there are scenes I never can forget, Filling the mind with wondering admiration.

Connected with the memory of Nauvoo;

Scenes which my heart will often dwell upon. O! I have listened with suspended breath

And memory to her station ever true To hear words of wisdom as they fell

Will bring them back to me when I am gone, From lips inspired, and felt that life nor death,

These scenes with mournful pleasure recollected Nor all the powers combined of earth and hell

In memory's glass will often be reflected. Could never force my heart to turn aside

From principles so holy and sublime.

Though the obliterating hand of time Truth be my only creed, and God my guide,

Has from the mind a thousand things effaced, And I shall safely pass the storms of time,

Yet principles eternal and sublime, And gain at last a high and holy station,

When once imprinted cannot be erased. Among the ransomed in the new creation.

These principles have now become to me

Part of myself-A portion of my mind, Farewell, Nauvoo! I must again return

And I must lose my own identity Back to my gentile bondage as before,

Before such principles can be resigned. But oftentimes my heart will sadly yearn

When once received, in spite of all resistance, To hold communion with the saints once more

They form the essence of the soul's existence. How I shall long the prophet's voice to hear-

The words of wisdom flowing from his tongue

Fair city of the saints! I love thee well; Truths most sublime are made so plain and clear

To me thy memory will be ever dear. That oftentimes enchanted I have hung

I would to God I could forever dwell Upon his words, which forced the exclamation-

Amidst thy pleasant scenes where I could hear These surely are the words of inspiration!

The words of inspiration every day, L........S.........

And hourly treasure up within my heart