By Miss Eliza R. Snow

O my Father, thou that dwellest I had learn'd to call thee father

In the high and glorious place; Through thy spirit from on high;

When shall I regain thy presence, But until the key of knowledge

And again behold thy face? Was restor'd, I knew not why.

In thy holy habitation In the heav'ns are parents single?

Did my spirit once reside? No, the thought makes reason state;

In my first primeval childhood Truth is reason-truth eternal

Was I nurtur'd near thy side? Tells me I've a mother here.

For a wise and glorious purpose When I leave this frail existence-

Thou hast plac'd me here on earth, When I lay this mortal by,

And withheld the recollection Father, mother, may I meet you

Of my former friends and birth: In your royal court on high?

Yet oft times a secret something Then, at length, when I've completed

Whispered you're a stranger here; All you sent me forth to do,

And I felt that I had wandered With your mutual approbation

From a more exalted sphere. Let me come and dwell with you.

City of Joseph, Oct. 1845.

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