| 467 Poetry.
[For the Times and Seasons.]
The Nauvoo Legion.
The firm heart of the Sage and the Patriot is warm'd Here's the silver-hair'd vet'ran, who suffer'd to gain
By the grand "Nauvoo Legion:" The "Legion" is form'd That Freedom he now volunteers to maintain:
To oppose vile oppression, and nobly to stand The brave, gallant young soldier-the patriot is here
In defence [defense] of the honor, and laws of the land. With his sword and his buckle, his helmet and spear;
Base, illegal proscribers may tremble-tis right And the horseman whose steed proudly steps to the sound
That the lawless aggressor should shrink with affright, Of the soul-stirring music that's moving around;
From a band that's united fell mobbers to chase, And here, too, is the orphan, whose spirit grows brave
And protect our lov'd country from utter disgrace. At the mention of "Boggs," and his own father's grave;
Yes, and bold hearted Chieftains as ever drew breath,
Fair Columbia! rejoice! look away to the West, Who are fearless of danger-regardless of death;
To thy own Illinois, where the saints have found rest: Who've decreed in the name of the Ruler on high
See a phœnix come forth from the graves of the just, That the Laws shall be honor'd-that treason shall die.
Whom Missouri's oppressors laid low in the dust:
See a phœnix-a "Legion"-a warm hearted band, Should they need re-enforcements, those rights to secure,
Who, unmov'd, to thy basis of freedom will stand. Which our forefathers purchas'd; and Freedom ensure.
There is still in reserve a strong Cohort above;
When the day of vexation rolls fearfully on- "Lo! the chariots of Israel and horsemen thereof."
When thy children turn traitors-when safety is gone-
When peace in thy borders, no longer is found-
When the fierce battles rage, and the war-trumpets sound;
Here, here are thy warriors-a true hearted band,
To their country's best int'rest forever will stand;
For then to thy standard, the "Legion" will be
A strong bulwark of Freedom-of pure Liberty. City of Nauvoo, June 2nd, 1841 Eliza.
"Farewell address," to Orson Hyde, Missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, to Palestine in Asia.
Farewell dear brother in the Lord, And as you go your warning voice
The time has come that we must part "Lift up" to Jew and Gentile too;
Perhaps on earth no more to meet, The poor in spirit will rejoice
Oh! how the thought doth wring my heart. At tidings that are borne by you.
But go you must, for 'tis the will, Oh how your heart will then rejoice,
Of him who bled upon the cross; To see the outcast's flocking home;
May his blest arm, uphold you still, The chosen seed of Israels race,
When you're upon the billows tost. No more in foreign climes to roam.
May health, and peace, your steps attend, And when you in their temples stand,
And guardian angels go before, And lift your warning voice on high;
To guard your path and be your friend,
And land you safe on Asia's shore.
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