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# Wife No. 19/Chapter 7
### CHAPTER VII.
#### OUR WELCOME TO "ZION." — UTAH IN EARLY DAYS.

* Our Welcome to Zion.
* Housekeeping under Difficulties.
* Our First Home in Utah.
* The Second Wife's Baby.
* The Young Mother.
* A Very Delicate Position.
* Doctors at a Discount.
* Brigham's Wife turns Midwife.
* An Obedient Woman.
* Taking care of the Baby.
* Practising Economy.
* The Path of the Crickets.
* Too much Cracked Wheat.
* Building the First Mill.
* Brother Brigham Speechifies.
* Tea at Five Dollars per Pound.
* Californian Gold Discovered.
* Building up Zion.
* Brigham's "Dress Reform."
* A Rather Queer Costume.
* The Women "Assert" Themselves.
* Clara Decker Rebels.
* How the Prophet treats his Wives.
* I ask for some Furs, and am Snubbed.
* How the Prophet doled out his Silk.
* Eliza Snow and Fanny's Finery.
* The Prophet Snubs Eliza.
* He Combats the "Grecian Bend."
* Dancing among the Saints.
* Polygamy Denied.
* How the Saints received It.
* A Nice Little Family Arrangement.
UR own immediate family were welcomed by Elizabeth's parents, who had gone on with the first body of the Saints, and were living as comfortably as they could under the circumstances, in the Fort. We were their guests but a short time; then we moved into a tent and our covered travelling-wagon, which constituted our first housekeeping establishment in Utah.
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# The roamer and other poems/1915

1915
Weep for our dead! but more our honor weep! Thrown on the Irish coast their bodies drift Homeless and stark, and, moving, weakly lift An idle arm from their eternal sleep, Where once our infant navy rocked the deep In our first years. Ay me! their ocean shrift! Up from the gray sea through day's rosy rift What dread alarums to our new world leap!
So shook the hills above, seas underneath, When Roland wound the blast of Roncesvalles And roused Christ's ancient world with dying breath Answer, O France, where the vast Russias fall! Flock, England, to the harvest homes of death! ! again, that Lusitanian call!
# 1915

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* "1915" a poem by Barrett Wendell
* "1915" a poem by George Edward Woodberry

## Year of periodical published

* Year 1915 of Oregonian
* Year 1915 of The Times
# The roamer and other poems/Sea Blood

SEA BLOOD
Written After the Loss of the "Ancona"
"Whoso offendeth one of these,"—the tale My childhood conned. O bright Tunisian sea, That often with thy waves hast harbored me, What sounds, far-heard, make my old sea blood pale, Who here first saw the whitening of a sail Eastward, and thanked God that my lot should be Beside the ocean's endless alchemy To breathe life-long the salt Atlantic gale?
Clamor of panic and war's driving shell Rifting that turquoise-green, that violet floor, And cries of death parting the foamy sphere! What men are these who, vomited from hell, Bloody anew the brilliant Corsair shore Our fleet first ransomed, to our memories dear?
# Edith Cavell

"The world hath its own dead; great motions start"
* "Edith Cavell" from A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917)
* "Edith Cavell" from The Roamer and Other Poems (1920)
# The roamer and other poems/Edith Cavell

EDITH CAVELL
The world hath its own dead; great motions start In human breasts, and make for them a place In that hushed sanctuary of the race Where every day men come, kneel and depart. Of them, O English nurse, henceforth thou art, A name to pray on, and to all a face Of household consecration: such His grace Whose universal dwelling is the heart.
O gentle hands that soothed the soldier's brow And knew no service save of Christ, the Lord! Thy country now is all humanity! How like a flower thy womanhood doth show, In the harsh scything of the German sword, And beautifies the world that saw it die!
# Sonnets written in the fall of 1914

"Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine"
* "Sonnets Written in the Autumn of 1914" in A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917)
* "Sonnets written in the fall of 1914" in The Roamer and Other Poems (1920)
# The roamer and other poems/Poems of the Great War

POEMS OF THE GREAT WAR
# Fifes and Drums/The Return of the Exiles

THE RETURN OF THE EXILES
The gates of the Siberian waste stand wide;  Great joy has thrilled the mighty wilderness;  The message of the Lord has come to bless The souls in bondage: broken is the pride Of the invincible tyrant who doth ride  On human hearts, and thrones him on distress!  Fallen he is! his victims numberless Fill the long roads by steppe and mountain-side.
So when our Lord descended into hell  And broke the fetters of the spirits in prison,  A glorious company to heaven made way. What triumph more divine doth history tell  Than Truth from her captivity arisen,  And Faith rejoicing in her holy ray!
George E. Woodberry
# The Yellow Book/Volume 6/Justice

​Justice
By Richard Garnett, LL.D., C.B.
When Deities from earth departure made, Justice I marked in attitude to soar; No bandage veiled her eyes; no blade she bore; Nor from her hand her wonted balance swayed. "Goddess," I cried, with tongue and heart dismayed, "Bereft of thee and thine, how any more Shall Grief be stilled? or Faith with Hope adore? Wrong be annulled? or Benefit repaid?"
"Fear not." she said, "though far I seem to wend Who omnipresent am, and whose award Hath course by automatic Law sublime; My bandage blinds the vulgar; on my sword The malefactor falls; my scales depend In nicest balance from the hand of Time."
# Justice (Kipling)

First published in The Years Between (1919).
OCTOBER, 1918
Across a world where all men grieve  And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides and leave  Our dead on every shore. Heavy the load we undergo,  And our own hands prepare, If we have parley with the foe,  The load our sons must bear.
Before we loose the word  That bids new worlds to birth, Needs must we loosen first the sword  Of Justice upon earth; Or else all else is vain  Since life on earth began, And the spent world sinks back again  Hopeless of God and Man.
A People and their King  Through ancient sin grown strong, Because they feared no reckoning  Would set no bound to wrong; But now their hour is past,  And we who bore it find Evil Incarnate held at last  To answer to mankind.
For agony and spoil  Of nations beat to dust, For poisoned air and tortured soil  And cold, commanded lust, And every secret woe  The shuddering waters saw— Willed and fulfilled by high and row—  Let them relearn the Law.
That when the dooms are read,  Not high nor low shall say:— “My haughty or my humble head  Has saved me in this day.” That, till the end of time,  Their remnant shall recall Their fathers’ old, confederate crime  Availed them not at all.
That neither schools nor priests,  Nor Kings may build again A people with the heart of beasts  Made wise concerning men. Whereby our dead shall sleep  In honour, unbetrayed, And we in faith and honour keep  That peace for which they paid.
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# The Message (Donne)

SEND home my long stray'd eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee; Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, Such forced fashions, And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still.
Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain; Which if it be taught by thine To make jestings Of protestings, And break both Word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.
Yet send me back my heart and eyes, That I may know, and see thy lies, And may laugh and joy, when thou Art in anguish And dost languish For some one That will none, Or prove as false as thou art now.
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# The Book of the Homeless/A Message

A MESSAGE
This is our gift to the Homeless.
What shall it bear from me
Safe in a land that prospers
Girded by leagues of sea?—
Tear moistened words of pity,
Bountiful sympathy.
Clearly we see the picture,
Horror has fixed our eyes.
Fighting to guard its hearthstones
A nation mangled lies.
Fire has charred its beauty.
Murder has stilled its cries;
And truths we love and cherish
Hang in the trembling scale.
If you win, we win by proxy.
If you fail, we are doomed to fail.
The world is beset by a monster.
Yet we watch to see who shall prevail.
Our souls are racked and quickened.
But prudence counsels no.
So we lavish our gold and pity
And wait to see how it will go,—
This pivotal war of the ages
With its heartrending ebb and flow.
For ever there comes the moment
When destiny bids "choose."
By the edge of the sword men perish.
By selfishness all they lose.
So Belgium stands transfigured
As the one who did not refuse.
Robert Grant
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# The Message (Louis Tracy)

Edward J. Clode, New York, 1908
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* Chapter I. Derelicts
* Chapter II. How the Message was Delivered
* Chapter III. Wherein a Strong Man Yields to Circumstances
* Chapter IV. Figuero Makes a Discovery
* Chapter V. A Man and a Story—Both Unemotional
* Chapter VI. Wherein Warden Sets a New Course
* Chapter VII. Two Women
* Chapter VIII. Showing How Many Roads Lead the Same Way
* Chapter XI. Warden Begins His Odyssey
* Chapter X. Hassan’s Tower—and the Colonial Office
* Chapter XI. The Blue Man—and a White
* Chapter XII. Evelyn has Unexpected Visitors
* Chapter XIII. Evelyn Enters the Fray
* Chapter XIV. The Drums of Oku
* Chapter XV. Wherein One Surprise Begets Many
* Chapter XVI. A Five Minutes’ Fight
* Chapter XVII. The Settlement
# The roamer and other poems/Faneuil Hall

FANEUIL HALL
O darling nest of rebels, King-hated Boston town, Whose brood is still a-rearing To pull the tyrant down,— Once more to Fanueil Hall, freemen, come! There's a virtue in the name,— And the words, they turn to flame, That breathe from Freedom's cradle and her home.
Old abolition tocsin, Strike out the present hour! Throng, men, upon the ringing stones Whence Phillips drew his power! His mother's hand along the narrow pave Held up his toddling feet, And he swore to make the street Too pure to bear the footstep of a slave.
Come! once more rock the Cradle Whence rose our sires free men! Till all downtrodden peoples Shall have their rights again! ​Send loud cheers echoing round the holy wall! Hail, to heroic deeds! Hail, every land that bleeds! Tongue of the thoughts of freemen, Faneuil Hall!
The pictured lips of patriots Speak out for the opprest, And every heart turns orator And pleads within the breast, Upon whatever land the despots fall: Once more, where Adams spake, Bid the sacred rafters shake With the roaring popular voice of Faneuil Hall!
# The Eagle (Tennyson)

a romantic poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, a draft of which was first published in 1851; this edition was published in The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate. 2nd. New York: Harper Brothers Publishers, 1873
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
(Tennyson 80)
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# The Eagle

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* "The Eagle", a poem by William Hayley
* "The Eagle", a poem by Emmeline Hinxman
* "The Eagle", a poem by Alfred Tennyson
* "The Eagle", a poem by George Edward Woodberry
# Ferishtah's Fancies/The Eagle

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
1. THE EAGLE.
# Fifes and Drums/The Flag

THE FLAG
Kiss the loud winds, O darling of all hearts, And shoot o'er land and sea thy beams worldwide! How many thousands in thy light have died, Radiant and sweet! now from our banners darts A greater glory! in our bosoms starts A deeper joy: so swells the long-pent tide Of full devotion to thy sacred side, And from impatient millions doubt departs.
Advance thy colors in the captain-files That vanward lead the many-languaged host Like mighty waves that lift an angry sea,— And break the German! miles on headlong miles ​ Drive him from churchless land and shipless coast Till law again for right be sanctuary!
George E. Woodberry.
# The roamer and other poems/Allies

ALLIES
I
In the dark of the mine, In the bloom of the sun, In the leap of the vine I heard the war-message run; Heard old earth softly crooning And whispering to her own, The hymn of man attuning Under republic and throne:— "Nature my garment, love my creed, And the thought of man to grow in; Labor the arm, freedom the seed, And the field of time to sow in! What are these mighty labors worth, If justice die upon the earth?"
II
I heard the old earth calling Loud over plains and mountains, Voices, arising and falling, In the noise of ocean-fountains:— ​"Waken, old allies of man, Ye, who were borne in my bosom! He, in whom freedom began, The topmost flower and blossom, The glory and fruit of all The ages have lifted on high On the heavenmost branch of the sky,— Shall he fail? Shall he drop? Shall he die?— What are ye all, if he fall? What are we all, if he die?
III
Ships for the pilot of time, Who hath the stars for eyes! Room for the sailor sublime, The unroller of the skies! He, who stretched, past hope's increase, Freedom o'er the laughing foam, And on the billows set her home, The boundless empire of the seas, Continent-bastioned, island-strown,— And grasped the keys of fates unknown! Let nature's universal whole Press on the common toil,— Corn, and cotton, and coal! Copper, and iron, and oil! ​What are ye all, if he shall fall? What you or I, if he shall die?
IV
He harnessed our wild forces; He edged our might with mind Our ways are heavenly courses His instincts have divined: All light that we inherit Pours from his azure spirit, That hath a higher law— Honor and freedom knowing, Justice and mercy showing, That our dumb worlds o'erawe: The truths his lips let fall Point the celestial pole; For the greatest ally of all Is man's own soul."
# The roamer and other poems/Rumania

RUMANIA
Another land has crashed into the deep, The heir and namesake of that Rome, whose laws Spread the great peace.—Gray Power, that yet o'erawes The thoughts of men, first to bid nations keep The bounds of right, and earth's wild borders sleep, O, from thy pinnacle 'mid time's applause Salute, great Rome, the victim of man's cause, Thy child, Rumania!—Nay, not ours to weep,
O Latin Race! how doth our debt increase At every flash of thy unfathomed soul, Long on the rock of justice founding peace, While ever round thee new-born ages roll! Genius divine! when shall thy glory cease! Rise, rise, Rumania! yet thy soul is whole!
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Roumania

ROUMANIA
ANOTHER land has crashed into the deep, The heir and namesake of that Rome, whose laws Spread the great peace.—Grey Power, that yet o'erawes The thoughts of men, first to bid nations keep The bounds of right, and earth's wild borders steep, O, from thy pinnacle 'mid time's applause Salute, great Rome, the victim of man's cause, Thy child, Roumania!—Nay, not ours to weep.
O Latin Race! how doth our debt increase At every flash of thy unfathomed soul, Long on the rock of justice founding peace, While ever round thee new-born ages roll! Genius divine! when shall thy glory cease! Rise, rise, Roumania! yet thy soul is whole!
George Edward Woodberry
# The roamer and other poems/To the Wingless Victory. A Prayer

TO THE WINGLESS VICTORY
A Prayer
Wingless victory, whose shrine By the Parthenon Glorified our youth divine, Harken!—they are gone, The young eagles of our nest, They, the brightest, bravest, best, They are flown!
Lilies of France, When first they flew, Led their lone advance Great heaven through. Now soar they, brood on brood, Like stars for multitude, To France! France!
Save thou the golden flight That wakes the morn, And dares the azure height, The tempest's scorn!
​Save them o'er land and sea, In deeps of air! Thy grace, where'er they be, Ensphere them there!
Save them, the country's pride, Our wingèd youth! And where they fall enskied, Save thou the truth, O Wingless Victory!
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/To the Wingless Victory

TO THE WINGLESS VICTORY
A Prayer
WINGLESS Victory, whose shrine By the Parthenon Glorified our youth divine, Hearken!—they are gone, The young eagles of our nest, They, the brightest, bravest, best, They are flown!
Lilies of France, When first they flew, Led their lone advance Great heaven through; Now soar they, brood on brood, Like stars for multitude, To France! France!
Save thou the golden flight That wakes the morn, And dares the azure height, The tempests scorn!
Save them o'er land and sea, In deeps of air! Thy grace, where'er they be Ensphere them there!
Save them, the country's pride, Our wingèd youth! And where they fall enskied, Save thou the truth! O Wingless Victory!
George Edward Woodberry
# The roamer and other poems/The Rifle. Italy, 1918

THE RIFLE
In hospital. Italy: 1918.
Again, my rifle, O again to grasp you And to a soldier's breast once more enclasp you! You never left my hand, until the wound, Opening my side, colored the sacred ground; And through the night, when half my squad lay dying, I saw, before I fell, our foemen flying. My well-loved rifle, I was true to you,— True to my oath! Do you to me be true!
O once again to find dear comrades living! To feel the battle-thrill! The fierce, sweet giving,— All, all for Italy! a band of brothers!— To hear our Captain's voice, high over others,— "Now, sons of Italy, your foes destroy! Avanti! sangue freddo! Ho! Savoy!" My gun, so lie I dreaming, day and night, When I shall bear you in the last glad fight!
# The roamer and other poems/Diaz

DIAZ
Shed roses through the soft Italian air, And strew his way with flowers! with laurel crown! Hunter, who brought the Imperial Eagle down, Flapping to death o'er Alpine summits bare, And in the towering passes slew him there— The Austrian! with death and havoc thrown From shell-ploughed plain and violated town, Back from the isles of Venice to despair!
Again the Mincio breathes the wind of fame, And with the proud Piave rears a crest Of victory in flood! sound, Rome, his name, Diaz! and to the festal world proclaim Italia Madre, clasping to her breast, Redeemed, Dalmatia, Pola and Trieste!
# The roamer and other poems/R. N.

R. N.
Richard Norton, organizer and director of the American Volunteer Motor Ambulance Corps. Began work in France, October 1914. Died in Paris, August 2, 1918.
Beautiful in thy death thou liest down, Sweet, younger comrade of my happier days; Let others in proud books thy honors blaze, Whose marble sleep the Cross of France doth crown! But more to me than deeds of war's renown, Or any light upon the poet's bays, Is the remembrance of the sacred ways We followed, up the paths of Beauty flown,
Before us flying. To another land Half the world o'er, she lured us, ever on:— Still from Art's fragments rose her pointing hand! Still in old verse her early presence shone! Now upon earthly shores, alone, I stand; But thou, dear boy, hast to her bosom won.
# The Old House (Andersen)

English-language translations of Det gamle huus include:
* "The Old House" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "The Old House" in Fairy Tales and Stories (1900), translated by H. L. Brækstad, illustrated by H. Tegner
* "The Old House" in Fairy Tales and Other Stories (1914), translated by W. A. Craigie and J. K. Craigie
# The Rock

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* The Rock, a poem by T. S. Eliot
* The Rock, a poem by John Gould Fletcher
* The Rock, a poem by George Edward Woodberry
# The Lilies

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# The roamer and other poems/The Mallows

THE MALLOWS
# The roamer and other poems/To A. S., on receiving his "Milton"

TO A. S.
On receiving His Work on Milton
# Picquart (Coates)

"For love of justice and for love of truth"
* "Picquart" in The Century Magazine (July 1902)
* "Picquart" in Mine and Thine (1904)
* "Picquart" in Poems II
# The roamer and other poems/Golden Fragments

GOLDEN FRAGMENTS
# The roamer and other poems/Songs Unsung

SONGS UNSUNG
# The roamer and other poems/L'Envoy

L'ENVOY
# The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough/Volume 2/Dipsychus/Part 1

DIPSYCHUS.
Part I. Scene I.
The Piazza at Venice, 9 p.m. Dipsychus and the Spirit.
# The Poems and Prose Remains of Arthur Hugh Clough/Volume 2/Dipsychus/Part 2

Part II.—Scene I.
The interior Arcade of the Doge's Palace.
END OF DIPSYCHUS.