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Poem from William W. Phelps, 7 November 1843
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, Poem, to JS, , Hancock Co., IL, 7 Nov. 1843; handwriting of ; dockets in handwriting of and ; one page; JS Collection, CHL.
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The goodly city of ,
November 7. (and that will do.)
President Smith; how do ye do?
From me this line will speak with you.
Health, peace and grace, and all things, too
Be unto
you
<thee>, till life is through.
A blight o’er me, has shadow’d you;
But still my soul to you is true;
I ask no wealth of old or new,
But come what will, I’ll make it do.
I can not live as others do,
And be a
half
a
man
with you;
I
am
a
man
, as men can view,
And god will let me
die
or
do
!
You bless the Twelve with things anew
So bless my with something, too.
Twelve years she’s waded through
The sea of woe without ado,
And still remains the same—
and
true
;
Deed her a lot; and that will do:
( knows the one in view.)
May God your path with honor strew
Is poetry to you. [
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Poem from William W. Phelps, 7 November 1843
ID #
1200
Total Pages
2
Print Volume Location
JSP,
D13:253–255
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William W. Phelps