The Millennium, and Other Poems: To Which is Annexed, a Treatise on the Regeneration and Eternal Duration of Matter — John Shaqi
The Millennium, and Other Poems: To Which is Annexed, a Treatise on the Regeneration and Eternal Duration of MatterPratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
Philosophy
The Millennium, and Other Poems: To Which is Annexed, a Treatise on the Regeneration and Eternal Duration of Matter
Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
Latter Day Saint churches -- Doctrines; Latter Day Saints -- Poetry
The mob soon dispersed, to the Rulers appealed,
Saying, lend us your aid, and the Mormons will yield,
For surely they never were known to resist
A mob when commissioned by Rulers and Priests.
This soon was considered by far the best plan;
And orders were issued for ten thousand men,
Including the Wilsons, and Gillums, of course,
And all the mob forces, for better, for worse.
These soon were forthcoming, in dreadful array!
Some painted like Indians, all armed for the fray!
The Mormons soon yielded without the first fire,
And the mobers accomplished their utmost desire.
Some females were ravished--and cattle and grain
Became a free booty--and one pris'ner slain.
Some twenty or thirty were murdered outright,
And ten thousand others were BANISHED THE STATE!
By what LAW of the Statute to me is unknown;
But it must be by law all these great things were done;
For the next Legislature the expense to defray,
Voted two hundred thousand the soldiers to pay.
To resist THIS oppression--THESE excellent laws,
Was murder! and treason!! (in technical clause,)
So while women and children were driven away
Their husbands and fathers in prison must stay.
So now to the jury and judge I submit;
I'm not learned in _such_ laws,--they may hang or acquit--
But though they should hang me, or keep me in jail,
The spirit of Freedom and Truth will prevail.
PRATT'S DELIVERANCE.
"The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed."
ISAIAH.
The chains are rent, the dungeon's gloom
No more these active limbs confine.
I rise as from the dreary tomb,
Where long in prison I repined.
I mount--I fly--I haste away,
Buoyed, as it were, on angel's wings;
O home! O friends! O liberty!--
O God of strength, thy praise I'll sing.
Hosanna now in highest strains,
Glory to God and to the Lamb,
Hosanna to the king who reigns
In heaven and earth--the great I Am.
VISIT TO THE WHITE MOUNTAINS OF NEW HAMPSHIRE.
[Extract from the Author's Journal.]
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