The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1882-08-20
TIE PRESENT CONFLICT.

And costly rAiment she displsys,
A tyrant ruler seeking praise.
Her sceptre is rod Of lies;
Her laws all fsllacies comprise;
And sullen hatred moves her form
In PASSIONS frenzied, ftful storm.
Foul envy, jealousy and hate,
Surround her throne in regal stale;
While calumny and malice stand,
Her chief supporters, near at hand;
And fierce vituperation aids,
Along with pride, the royal jades;
And sophistry, with many 9 ruse,
Makes customs law, a. heavens truths;
With many chief officially
Empowered by her in less degree.
She now has reused her subjects all
By MAN. loud discordant call,
That echoes forth from stand to stand
Through every pulpit of the land;
While from the press. her subjects read
Her summons, bdrrying on in speed,
And rouse, as never reused before,
A legion, hell prepared for war.
Why should the monarch Error call
In pulpit, p:ess, and lecture hall,
For all her subjects to arise,
With Shiny tongues and cleaning eyes?
What has she thought, what does she feel,
That reuses row her angry zeal?
High on her throne, with heaving breast,
She casts her eyes far to the west,
She sees her deadly foe arise
To overthrow her realm Of lies
Bright truth, now growing in the mount,
Ard ever fed from heavens fount,
By constant revelation broad,
Through holy prophets, called of God.
Vindictive pride, vainglorious now,
Has placed her seal on many brow
Enlisted in the monsTch's name,
And seeking for transient fame.
Pert editors, who cater still
For public plaudits and good will
Proud statesmen, perjuring their souls
While public reclamation rolls.
Sleek bowling priests, whose goddess
creeds
Corruption fills with shameful deeds,
And whose enslaving code of rules
Now swell the monarch's ranks with
fools,
All armed With wespons-tongue and
pen
Munitioned with the lies ofmen.
Foul calumDy, the monsrch's aid,
Now on bright truth brings her crusade,
And marshals priests and zealots bold,
Against the Saints with truth enrolled.
And now her creeds cry to their God.-
awake the sword, the fire, and rod!
"Ro1se fury in the nations breast,
"'Gainst truth, now growing in the west,
"Let not the child attain its power,
Or soon beneath it we must cover;
Our ancient monarch be destroyed,
And ell her customs unemployed"
Their dragon god bis spirit sends,
And all his power In fury bends
To aid his worshippers, that cry,
To lie, and lie, and lie, and liel
By nature, fond of calumny,
EoW evil some at heart can be;
Where'er the heart with venom filed
Becomes with SaiaR's spirit filed.
And when the serpent's oily grsce,
Is passed es friendship to the face,
What power is in its horrid spell
That burns in hatred deep as hell!
The vilest of the vile, are they
Who court acquaintance, but to prey,
With ever keen and Jealous gust,
Upon the character in trust.
Beneath the banners OF their queen,
The blacklist cOlOrs ever seems
Full many Of this lass unite,
Assailing now trL sacred rite,
Societies with liar1 team,
ALL eager bent upon their scheme
To overthrow, in rising youth,
The Sasior's kingdom-known as truth.
OF all the queens societies
Aroused as bitter enemies,
See row the liars in accord,
An anti-polygsnic horde,
In Salt Lake City organize
10 send abroad their horrid lies.
Hyenss mid the shepherds fold,
They rambie round and question bold
In search of every evil tale
That may their sppetites regsle.
Accustomed but to earrion food,
Rejecting all they see that's good,
They surfeit with the slime they est
And vomit it whene'er replete;
Commingling in their work of death
The cobia's bite and adder's breath.
And when these danes their modest
worth
May wish to show to all the earth,
Their love of adulstiOn CLOVIS
In zeal hypocrisy bestows,
In vAlor of their own conceit,
AS meeting of, they feast on slime,
And send it forth to every cline.
May evil be 10 her whose eye
an nAught but evil here dIscry-
A tattler. nothing 10th to pirate
In gossip full OF hellish hate,
A shrew, that leaves behind her back
A loathsOme stencil and shiny track
| A prude, whose pharisaic zeal
For old wives fables all must feel.
A bag, that crosks Of others wrong
Herseifs loud discordsnt gong,
That strives behind her brazen din
To hide her harlot house OF elm.
Pretended advocates eff right,
Their evil ISLANDERS now incite
; The flames Of burning jealous hate
Against Truths matrimonial stateI
Beneath their monOgamic cloak
They hide the purpose of their croaki
Composed 10 nslice. greed and ires
To gain the pluDder they desire,
While self-sppoin,ed priestly tools
OF man made theOlogic schools,
Consistently cInnnend the danes,
Ambitious all Of public names,
And hoping in mutual cry
To gain notorlety.
How vile must be'the souls that seek
! To ruin others, as they speak
/ Perverted words Of heavens laws,
/ Compile By them in Errors cause