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Show 174 Thus, full of novelty's romance, he found city of the Saints, and with it all The The stern realities of life. Like morning mist, His hope, evaporated quite, And with it, Which all his dreams of phantom bliss Elysian fields, bowers, and wizard, winding streams, nightly pictur'd Woods, lawns, and By crystal founts, Amazed out and cool beyond description refreshing groves! to rehearse, He tried to reconcile his blasted When he beheld the toil-worn hopes, sons of God the stone of Rolling Joseph, pond'rous grown: disaffection's deadly 'venomed sting Still Withered his schemes, Corrupt, and d e a.d Nor h e a'r d , nor savour'd of the Then falsehood came, Truth sense things and with it and lies seemed, error till every He neither saw, . became nor felt, of God. came appeared distrust; as truth! And holy men mere swindling vagabonds! The Temple, once revered, stood folly's shrine! His jaundiced eye suspiciously reversed The objects he p e r c e i ve d or thought he saw. The name, that erst gave pleasure's pure delight, Rang in his ears a strange delusive sound. Like smould'ring embers still the hatred burned In his foul mind, till every passion burst Their prison'd fire, and blazed one sulph'rous flame Of malice, hotter than the Stygian lake! And so he fell from his gigantic height, As we have seen a falling meteor fall , From out the starry vault, 'Mong constellations, a which never had, fixed residence, Save the combustive fluid of scattered gas, That, And kindled falling, Forgotten, Nauvoo! This by the seemed nearl y when lo! windy current, flashed, a blazing orb of heaven! twenty moons strange, outlandish looking Among the Saints. Him when the he'd left in Scotland I beheld I wondered congregation The songs of Zion! but his man at church much, I watched sang in praise lips moved not, |
