Poem from William W. Phelps, January 1843

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FROM TO JOSEPH SMITH: THE PROPHET.
vade mecum, (translated,) go with me.
Go with me, will you go to the saints that have died, —
To the next, better world, where the righteous reside;
Where the angels and spirits in harmony be
In the joys of a vast paradise? Go with me.
 
Go with me where the truth and the virtues prevail;
Where the union is one, and the years never fail;
Not a heart can conceive, nor a nat’ral eye see
What the Lord has prepar’d for the just. Go with me.
 
Go with me where there is no destruction or war;
Neither tyrants, or sland’rers, or nations ajar;
Where the system is perfect, and happiness free, [p. [81]]
FROM TO JOSEPH SMITH: THE PROPHET.
vade mecum, (translated,) go with me.
Go with me, will you go to the saints that have died, —
To the next, better world, where the righteous reside;
Where the angels and spirits in harmony be
In the joys of a vast paradise? Go with me.
 
Go with me where the truth and the virtues prevail;
Where the union is one, and the years never fail;
Not a heart can conceive, nor a nat’ral eye see
What the Lord has prepar’d for the just. Go with me.
 
Go with me where there is no destruction or war;
Neither tyrants, or sland’rers, or nations ajar;
Where the system is perfect, and happiness free, [p. [81]]
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