786 Such was the servant of the modern light
By whom our room to think and speak was bought.
Her aims were quite above our common sight;
Yet her simplicity we count for naught.
This woman's last bright years all calm with peace,
Were spent by waters clear, near heaven's plane;
And balmy was the hour of her release
From earthly ills and human hatred vain.
True servant of the Just, thy path of fire
Inclines my soul to shun the mortal state
And court the fair abode of mansions higher
With Lucy Smith, and Alvin 1 pure and great.
J. M. HOLADAY.
COUNCIL BLUFFS, 1897.
1 See this work, vol. 1, pp. 16.,17.
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