Elders’ Journal, August 1838

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  • Historical Introduction
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per skies,
Descend with Christ, according to our prayers,
And live and reign with him a thousand years.
————
THE WESTERN FIELDS.
by d. m. crandall.
Come all ye men of Eastern climes
A moment gaze with me—
While I salute your candid minds
With Western scenery.
 
Prepare your hearts, expand your souls
On scenes both strange and new—
Explore the lands from pole to pole,
That heave themselves in view.
 
Let India’s treasures be arrayed,
With all her pearls combined—
Yet Western beauties not displayed
In grandeur so sublime.
 
While traversing these spacious wilds
And musing o’er the scenes,
That spread themselves a thousand miles
While prairies roll between.
 
While traversing these spacious wilds,
And musing o’er the scenes,
That spread themselves a thousand miles
While prairies roll between.
 
While ranging o’er these splendid fields
My heart was beating high—
The sacred truth which they reveal
Of wonders long pass’d by.
 
The land appears like swelling waves
That flow upon the main—
There view the natives’ lonely graves,
And thousand warriors slain.
 
With glittering swords and armors bright
Their enemies to quell—
With valor march’d out to fight,
Alas! in Death they’ve fell.
 
While mournful voices, thrilling round
All nature seem’d to weep—
And lifeless bodies strew’d the ground,
In Death’s cold arms they sleep.
 
O Lord! are these forever doom’d,
In watchful silence rest—
Their bleaching bones without the tomb,
And waiting souls not blest.
 
But lo! methinks I truly hear,
An Angel’s swelling theme;
For their desponding hearts to cheer,
And captive souls redeem.
 
While waving through unsullied air,
And sounding loud his voice;
Bids Jacob’s sons to now prepare
And ever more rejoice.
 
To dwell with Christ eternally,
And cloth’d with robes of white
Their Savior face to face do see,
The saint’s sincere delight.
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OBITUARY.
DIED, on the 15th instant in this town, Ethan jr. only son of Ethan Barrows, age 5 months and 9 days.
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THE ELDER’S JOURNAL
OF THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER DAY SAINTS;
EDITED BY
Joseph Smith jr.,
IS PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY
,
AT $1 PER ANNUM IN ADVANCE.— EVERY PERSON PROCURING TEN NEW SUBSCRIBERS, AND FORWARDING $10 CURRENT MONEY, SHALL BE ENTITLED TO ONE VOL. GRATIS.— ALL LETTERS WHETHER FOR PUBLICATION, OR OTHER PURPOSES, MUST BE DIRECTED TO , POSTAGE PAID.
No subscription will be received for a term, less than one year. [p. 64]
per skies,
Descend with Christ, according to our prayers,
And live and reign with him a thousand years.
————
THE WESTERN FIELDS.
by d. m. crandall.
Come all ye men of Eastern climes
A moment gaze with me—
While I salute your candid minds
With Western scenery.
 
Prepare your hearts, expand your souls
On scenes both strange and new—
Explore the lands from pole to pole,
That heave themselves in view.
 
Let India’s treasures be arrayed,
With all her pearls combined—
Yet Western beauties not displayed
In grandeur so sublime.
 
While traversing these spacious wilds
And musing o’er the scenes,
That spread themselves a thousand miles
While prairies roll between.
 
While traversing these spacious wilds,
And musing o’er the scenes,
That spread themselves a thousand miles
While prairies roll between.
 
While ranging o’er these splendid fields
My heart was beating high—
The sacred truth which they reveal
Of wonders long pass’d by.
 
The land appears like swelling waves
That flow upon the main—
There view the natives’ lonely graves,
And thousand warriors slain.
 
With glittering swords and armors bright
Their enemies to quell—
With valor march’d out to fight,
Alas! in Death they’ve fell.
 
While mournful voices, thrilling round
All nature seem’d to weep—
And lifeless bodies strew’d the ground,
In Death’s cold arms they sleep.
 
O Lord! are these forever doom’d,
In watchful silence rest—
Their bleaching bones without the tomb,
And waiting souls not blest.
 
But lo! methinks I truly hear,
An Angel’s swelling theme;
For their desponding hearts to cheer,
And captive souls redeem.
 
While waving through unsullied air,
And sounding loud his voice;
Bids Jacob’s sons to now prepare
And ever more rejoice.
 
To dwell with Christ eternally,
And cloth’d with robes of white
Their Savior face to face do see,
The saint’s sincere delight.
——————————
OBITUARY.
DIED, on the 15th instant in this town, Ethan jr. only son of Ethan Barrows, age 5 months and 9 days.
——————————
THE ELDER’S JOURNAL
OF THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER DAY SAINTS;
EDITED BY
Joseph Smith jr.,
IS PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY
,
AT $1 PER ANNUM IN ADVANCE.— EVERY PERSON PROCURING TEN NEW SUBSCRIBERS, AND FORWARDING $10 CURRENT MONEY, SHALL BE ENTITLED TO ONE VOL. GRATIS.— ALL LETTERS WHETHER FOR PUBLICATION, OR OTHER PURPOSES, MUST BE DIRECTED TO , POSTAGE PAID.
No subscription will be received for a term, less than one year. [p. 64]
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