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Dipping into valleys, they testify of the everlivingness of earth, And of early ones who came to Manti to fulfill a Prophet's call. Strong shoulders, strong wills, carried fragile, ansious dreams From mob-scorched homes, struggling, crossing rivers, fur- naced plain. Lives, always in danger as tallow-slut and fires flicked low, All hands reaching for an "unlocked door" of a promised land, again. Their courage-fanned desires flamed again to build another world Torches burned brave and bright, held proud and high once more! At red-man's invitation, came to barren 'another place', long unclaimed, Only red-men, trappers, carrion dared roam hot Sanpitch valley floor. Nothing ahead, nothing to go back to, homes burned, all left behind, By mobs their hearts and homes sucked dry made tired heads bow. Hardly taking time to bury the fallen, "Push on, move ahead, push on!" Faith and prayer, their 'shock absorber', helped them sur-vive, endure, somehow. Leaving a singing Saga that still rings through fresh, unused air "All's well in Manti," they sang, still enduring in dreaded fear! Manti, named by founder Isaac Morley for a city of "Book of Mormon" days, "This is the place," "Gird up your loins," "Move on, the end is near!" Fresh courage given animals too, as they strained up each steen hill, Some too old, too ill to push, too small to pull, strength spent and weak, -15- |
