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Show ADDRESS TO MISS E.R. SNOW <br><br> All hail! Fair Zion's queen of rhyme; True offering of the ancient land, Thy muse portrays a soul sublime That's worthy of thy martyred lord, Oh! Fair anointed with the truth And mould of life to its bright ray Thou came on earth like Sister Ruth To minister to the queens of day <br><br> Arouse the muse, Eliza Snow That slumbers now on Zion's hills And bid its vocal numbers flow Down from life's pure and crystal rills Let David's bards and statesmen too Still cultivate thy queenly soul With strains of light through Joseph's cue[?] Till life and matter form a whole. <br><br> Bright honored vessel of the west Thy voice and tone are heard afar Born on the wings of Zion's crest That's lending rays to light the Star Tis healing unction to the brave To hear thy lofty numbers rise O'er the cold tomb and martyr's grave To the Redeemer in the skies, <br><br> Thy lays of truth, true love inspires, While seraphim's thy praises sing; The angels hear, thy course admire, As priceless to their heavenly king; But I, untaught in classic lays, As one unborn to higher lore, Must paint thy worth in nature's phase, All unadorned, from nature's store. <br><br> J. McCarthy, Smithfield, Cache Co.(County), Utah |