To Elder Wilford Woodruff. By E. R. Snow

With true respect and as a tribute due
To friendship Brother Woodruff unto you
As one more Blessed than most your fellow men
I now address the Effusion of my pen

You was Appointed ere your mortal birth
To an Apostleship upon the Earth
The Lord Our God has had his Eye on thee
With watchful Care from earliest infancy

You was preserved mids't Babylonish night
From Atheistic and sectarian blight
From manly rectitude you did not swerve
The priests of Baal you never stooped to serve

From heav'nly courts the light that's shineing now
Shone on your path and mantled oe'r your brow
Eternal visions open'd to your view
You loved the truth and found salvation to^o^

You then with Joy the gospel Banner bore
To distant lands and on your native shore
In truth's defence most valiently you stood
And clear'd your garments of the gentiles' blood

One of the chosen Twelve who're called to stand
To turn the gospel Key for ev'ry land
Your name in honor as a faithful one
To future generations will be known

With heart inspired rich matter to indite
In Zion now your business is to write
With skill you wield the ready writer's pen
Tis yours to immortalize the deeds of men

Full many a righteous act and gifted word
By Saints performed—from lips of Prophets heard
Had slipe'd mem'ries of Judicious men
But for the promptings of your faithful pen

The Church Historians labours to divide
As his assistant coupled side by side
You write for Zion whare her Hist'ory known
Inscribing hers perpetuates your own

Faithful to God and to your Brethren true
Integrity has twin'd a wreath for you
Of never fading laurels which will be
A glorious coronet Eternally

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To Elder Wilford Woodruff. By E. R. Snow

With true respect and as a tribute due To friendship Brother Woodruff unto you As one more Blessed than most your fellow men I now address the Effusion of my pen

You was Appointed ere your mortal birth To an Apostleship upon the Earth The Lord Our God has had his Eye on thee With watchful Care from earliest infancy

You was preserved mids't Babylonish night From Atheistic and sectarian blight From manly rectitude you did not swerve The priests of Baal you never stooped to serve

From heav'nly courts the light that's shineing now Shone on your path and mantled oe'r your brow Eternal visions open'd to your view You loved the truth and found salvation to

You then with Joy the gospel Banner bore To distant lands and on your native shore In truth's defence most valiently you stood And clear'd your garments of the gentiles' blood

One of the chosen Twelve who're called to stand To turn the gospel Key for ev'ry land Your name in honor as a faithful one To future generations will be known

With heart inspired rich matter to indite In Zion now your business is to write With skill you wield the ready writer's pen Tis yours to immortalize the deeds of men

Full many a righteous act and gifted word By saints performed—from lips of Prophets heard Had slip'd mem'ries of Judicious men But for the promptings of your faithful pen

The Church Historians labours to divide As his assistant coupled side by side You write for Zion whare her Hist'ry known Inscribing hers perpetuates your own

Faithful to God and to your Brethren true Integrity has twin'd a wreath for you Of never fading laurels which will be A glorious coronet Eternally