Now Zion mourns, she mourns an earthly head; The Prophet and the Patriarch are dead! The blackest deed that men or devils know, Since Calvary's scene, has laid the brothers low. One in their life, and one in death--they proved How strong their friendship--how they truly loved. True to their mission, until death they stood, Then sealed their testimony with their blood. All hearts with sorrow bleed, and every eye Is bathed in tears--each bosom heaves a sigh-- Heart-broken widows' agonizing groans Are mingled with the helpless orphans' moans! Ye Saints! be still, and know that God is just, With steadfast purpose in his promise trust. Girded with sackcloth, own his mighty hand, And wait his judgments on this guilty land! The noble martyrs' now have gone to move The cause of Zion in the courts above. The End. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of History of the Prophet Joseph by His Mother, by Lucy Smith