| 1135 The soft, sweet breath of gentle spring, To echo their tremendous roar-
Calling the earth to blossoming: Doth sing of life;
The nectrous drops of summer showers, Doth sing of life;
Opening the leaves of lovely flowers,
To smile upon this earth of ours What saith yon bright-haired happy boy,
Doth sing of life; With bounding step, and look of joy,
Doth sing of life. Dreams he that aught [ought] but joy can be
His loud, mild laugh of artless glee,
The bees, which store their waxen cells, His gladsome voice is sweet to me.-
With honied spoils of fox-glove bells; It sings of life;
The flies which, on the sun's bright ray, It sings of life;
Wanton their thread of life a day,
In restlessness and sport away- All things which meet the wand'ring eye,
All sing of life; From flowery earth to starry sky;
All sing of life. The joy of morn, the calm of even,
All on the earth, in air, in heaven,
The gentle ripples of the sea, All which a bounteous God hath given-
Its mountain waves, in maddening glee, Doth sing of life;
Dashing their foam wreaths o'er the shore, Doth sing of life;
Calling on cliff and rock so hoar
DEDICATION HYMN.
BY W. W. PHELPS.
Ho, ho, for the Temple's completed,- Gaze, gaze, at the flight of the righteous,
The Lord hath a place for his head, From the "fire shower of ruin" at hand,
And the priesthood, in power, now lightens Their pray'rs, and their suff'rings, are wrathing
The way of the living and dead! Jehovah to sweep off the land!
See, see, mid the world's dreadful splendor Sing, sing, for the hour of redemption,
Christianity, folly and sword, The day for the poor Saint's reward,
The Mormons, the diligent Mormons, Is coming for temp'ral enjoyment,
Have rear'd up this house to the Lord!- All shining with crowns from the Lord!
By the spirit and wisdom of Joseph- Watch, watch, for the blessing of Jesus,
(Whose blood stains the honor of State,) Is richer the farther it's fetch'd;-
By tithing and sacrifice daily, The wonderful chain of our union
The poor learn the way to be great. Is tighten'd the longer it's stretch'd!
Mark, mark, for the Gentiles are fearful Shout, shout, for the armies of heaven,
Where the work of the Lord is begun; Will purify earth at a word,
Already this monument finish'd, And the "Twelve, with the Saints that are faithful,
Is counted-one miracle done! "ENTER INTO THE JOYS OF THEIR LORD,"
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