---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1845 to 1846.
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: 6
number: 14
published: 1845-08-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“Poetry,” *Times and Seasons* 6, no. 14 (August 1, 1845): 991."
printed_title: POETRY,
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1845-08-01_6_14
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v6n14.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_1845-08-01_6_14
start_page: 991
end_page: 991
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 1845 (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_1845-08-01_6_14
  publication_year: 1845
---

# Poetry

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For the Times and Seasons.

TUNE-INDIAN STUDENT'S LAMENT.

O give me back my Prophet dear, It is because they strove to gain,

And Patriarch, O give them back; Beyond the grave a heaven of bliss;

The Saints of latter days to cheer, Because they made the gospel plain,

And lead them in the gospel track. And led the Saints in righteousness.

But ah! they're gone from my embrace, It is because God called them forth,

From earthly scenes their spirits fled; And led them by his own right hand

Those two, the best of Adam's race, Christ's coming to proclaim on earth,

Now lie entombed among the dead. And gather Israel to their land.

Ye men of wisdom tell me why, It is because the priests of Baal

When guilt nor crime in them were found, Were desperate their craft to save;

Why now their blood doth loudly cry, And when they saw it doomed to fail,

From prison walls, and Carthage ground They sent the Prophets to the grave.

Your tongues are mute, but pray attend, Like scenes the ancient Prophets saw,

The secret I will now relate, Like these, the ancient Prophets fell;

Why those whom God to earth did lend, And till the resurrection dawn,

Have met the suffering martyr's fate. Prophet and Patriarch-Fare thee well.