Keep a brave heart, though the waves roll high, Let thine aim be true as the magnet's steel; Look unto God! with a steadfast eye, And trust Him always, in woe or weal. Man may deceive, but God! is true; Mortals may pander to love of pelf, Like "Angel's visits" firm friends are few, Trust thou in God! and thyself, Should friends, nor fortune, nor home be thine-- Cringe not for this, nor beg for that; The earnest seekers will surely find Something to thoroughly labor at. 'Tis a cheering maxim to keep in view-- That diligence leads to plenty's shelf; And whatsoever thy hands pursue-- Trust thou in God! and thyself. What! though thy flesh and thy strength should fail? Surely 'were better to wear than rust; Than never to try, 'twere better to die, In striving bravely to fill our trust, But fear not thou, for God! is good-- He is the giver of strength and wealth. When faithless feelings or friends intrude-- Trust thou in God! and thyself. "Immediately after this my way opened up before me, almost within the week I secured another home, which if not very commodious had for me the satisfying charm of being _my own_. "On May 7, 1864, I again entered into plural marriage, and was sealed by Heber C. Kimball to Joseph Woodmansee, to whom I have borne four sons and four daughters. Two of these died in infancy, leaving me a family of seven, including my first born. "Nearly twenty years have rolled by since my second marriage, during which time I have seen many changes of fortune which I cannot now relate, but I will say this much of my children's father. Misfortunes that have befallen him have never affected his faith, he has proven his allegiance to the principles and priesthood of God at considerable sacrifice to himself and family, enduring reverses uncomplainingly. "Of my children I need say but little, but I fervently hope that each and all of them may seek and obtain for themselves a knowledge of the truth, (called Mormonism) for I know it can make them wise unto salvation, and may they be willing if needs be to endure reproach and privation for principle's sake. I doubt not that all my troubles have been for my good, and to-day I am more than thankful for my standing in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints." And wherefore should I cease to sing Of Zion and the Latter Day? I could not find a nobler theme, Nor choose a lovelier, loftier lay. Too insignificant is my praise-- Too feeble is my lyre and tongue, For of these longed for, Latter Days Have royal bards and prophets sung. Ne'er shall our hearts ungrateful be; Ne'er shall our songs be void of praise, For God has suffered us to see "The Zion" of the Latter Days. Though all the world in scorn deride-- Our numbers shall not cease to flow; Our soul's sincerest, purest love Thrills unto Zion's weal or woe.