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Poem from “Mr. Fare Play,” circa Late 1842

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“Mr. Fare Play,” Poem, to JS, [
Nauvoo

Principal gathering place for Saints following expulsion from Missouri. Beginning in 1839, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints purchased lands in earlier settlement of Commerce and planned settlement of Commerce City, as well as surrounding areas....

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, Hancock Co., IL], ca. late 1842; unidentified handwriting; twenty pages; JS Collection, CHL.

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But knaves and rascals mean what do they <​seek​>
They never can be numberd with the meek
Unless they do repent and seek aright
And in the Law of God most delight
13 The breeses soft have ceast on Earth to blow
And They no longer do their fragrance throw
And Earth is wrap up in his mantle white
Hence all The summer birds have taken flight
But tatlers low have not ceast Their tales to tell
And ringtale peelers still their lands do sell
But saints should act like saints and God <​obey​>
If he should them command to work or play
14 But tatling is a trade we should dispise
It is to low for men upright and wise
It is to low for those who seek the Lord
And read and wish to understand his word
It is to low for those who dwell in peace
It is much worse then all The nois of geese
It is much worse than is the falling snow
Because it causes anger base to grow
15 Our keyword is when we a tatler see
O friends we may sing out ‘dont talk to me’
Until the tatlers quit Their base employ
And do no more the peace of saints anoy
O saint let us be upright good and just
And in the Lord supreme put all our trust
He is a God to all upright and good
Let this by every saint be understood
16 O friends let us in God supreme delight
He has the powr to guide his saints aright [p. [6]]
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Poem from “Mr. Fare Play,” circa Late 1842
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