Stephen Ross, Poem, , St. Louis Co., MO, to JS, , Hancock Co., IL, 15 Jan. 1844; handwriting probably of Stephen Ross; docket in handwriting of ; three pages; JS Office Papers, CHL. Includes address block and postal markings.
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Escorted there by those he’ll meet
The mountain then is Split in twain
And Christ the Lord has come to reign
Now many things I might relate
Concerning Gog’s army and fate
But to be Short and make it plain
I’ll only Say they were all Slain
To Burn the wepons of that war
It takes the Jews just Seven year
And Seven months Ezekiel Said
It takes to bury all thier Dead
Besides the Lord calls every beast
To come and on thier bodies feast
And every bird of every feather
To come and eat thier fill together
I might adduce much further proof
If I had only room Eneugh
But this I Say I have full faith
In every thing the Bible Saith
Now of my Self I wish to Speak
My health is poor my bodys weak
I have three children and a wife
Who are Dependent on my life
For thier suport and all they get
Comes by my labour and my Sweat
No Last fall I went up to
And nothing could I find to Do
My money all or nearly gone
And no man there <would> Seat me on
I am a Shoemaker by trade
Rather tall but Slender made
And Subject to a hacking cough
Which I Sometimes fear will take me off
This climate here is not the kind
To benefit my health I find
Now if the Lord Should call me hom[e]
My wife and childrens left a lone
She cannot gain a lively hood
And pay her rent and buy her wood
<Please give this to Br. Joseph Smith Soon and Oblige a Brother and a friend Stephen W. Ross> [p. [2]]