| 991 POETRY,
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.
THE CAP STONE.
BY W. W. PHELPS.
Have you heard the revelation, As a Judas did the Lord.
Of this latter dispensation, CHORUS-We are a band of brethren, &c.
Which is unto every nation,
O! prepare to meet thy God? And their chief is Sidney Rigdon,
CHORUS -We are a band of brethren, Who's a traitor, base, intriguing,
And we've rear'd the Lord a temple, And will fight at Armageddon,
And the cap stone now is finish'd, When the fire comes down from God.
And we'll sound the news abroad. CHORUS-We are a band of brethren, &c.
Go and publish how Missouri, While the devil such men jostles,
Like a whirlwind in its fury, With his "keys of conquest morsels,
And without a judge or jury, We'll uphold the Twelve apostles,
Drove the saints and split their blood. With authority from God.
CHORUS-We are a band of brethren, &c. CHORUS-We are a band of brethren, &c.
Illinois, where satan flatters, And we'll give the whole world a sample,
Shot the prophets too, as martyrs, Of our faith and works most ample,
And repeal'd our city charters, When we've finished off the temple,
All because we worhip'd God As a dwelling for the Lord.
CHORUS -We are a band of brethren, &c. CHORUS-We are a band of brethren, &c.
Bennett, Law and many others, And we'll feed the saints that's needing,
Have betray'd our honest brothers, And improve our hearts by weeding,
To destroy our wives and mothers, Till we make Nauvoo as Eden,
Where the saints can meet the Lord.
CHORUS-We are a band of brethren, &c.
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