{"id":41245,"date":"2021-01-04T08:00:04","date_gmt":"2021-01-04T13:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/?p=41245"},"modified":"2021-01-03T18:05:19","modified_gmt":"2021-01-03T23:05:19","slug":"lit-come-follow-me-dc-joseph-smith-history-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/2021\/01\/lit-come-follow-me-dc-joseph-smith-history-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Lit Come Follow Me: D&#038;C \u2014Joseph Smith History 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-41246\" src=\"http:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/First-Vision-768x432-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"384\" height=\"216\" srcset=\"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/First-Vision-768x432-1.png 768w, https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/First-Vision-768x432-1-360x203.png 360w, https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/First-Vision-768x432-1-260x146.png 260w, https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/First-Vision-768x432-1-160x90.png 160w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 384px) 100vw, 384px\" \/>In the second lesson for this year, the Come Follow Me curriculum turns to Joseph Smith-History in order to include a brief look (over two lessons) at the origins of the restoration. For most Church members, the story is very familiar, and the principles taught are well-covered material. And, as you might imagine, the events of the First Vision have been told many times in poetry. But, that was not always true\u2014Mormon poets didn&#8217;t cover the First Vision until the saints arrived in Utah.<\/p>\n<p>Below I&#8217;ve included three poems that treat the First Vision. Two of them are from some of the best known of Mormon poets. But, don&#8217;t stop there. The final poem, a sonnet, is the best, and one of my favorites of all Mormon poetry.<\/p>\n<h3>Eliza R. Snow&#8217;s Historical sketch of the Life of President Joseph Smith<\/h3>\n<p>The earliest poem I found is from 1856 &#8212; found in Eliza R. Snow&#8217;s first collection of poetry. Snow started writing a poetic epic poem to tell the life story of Joseph Smith in the early 1840s, completing an introductory poem that was published in 1843. She later wrote two &#8220;chapters&#8221; of the poem covering Smith&#8217;s life until the organization of the Church, and then apparently abandoned the project. The whole poem was published in her 1856 collection. The following is a portion of the second chapter that covers the events of the current Come Follow Me lesson:<\/p>\n<div>\n<h4><span id=\"Historical_sketch_of_the_Life_of_President_Joseph_Smith\" class=\"mw-headline\">Historical sketch of the Life of President Joseph Smith<\/span><\/h4>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<h4><span id=\"CHAPTER_SECOND\" class=\"mw-headline\">CHAPTER SECOND<\/span><\/h4>\n<div><span class=\"mw-headline\">by Eliza R. Snow (1856)<\/span><\/div>\n<dl>\n<dd>Vermont, a land much fam\u2019d for hills and snows<br \/>\nAnd blooming trees, may boast the honor of<\/dd>\n<dd>The Prophets birth-place.<\/dd>\n<dd>Ere ten Summer\u2019s suns<\/dd>\n<dd>Had bound their wreath upon his youthful brow,<\/dd>\n<dd>His father with his family remov\u2019d;<\/dd>\n<dd>And in New York, Ontario County, since<\/dd>\n<dd>Call\u2019d Wayne, selected them a residence;<\/dd>\n<dd>First in Palmyra, then in Manchester.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Religion was the fashion of the day\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>Religious vot\u2019ries and religious sects,<\/dd>\n<dd>From time to time, like bees in Summer, swarm\u2019d.<\/dd>\n<dd>In Manchester a great excitement rose,<\/dd>\n<dd>And multitudes of converts join\u2019d themselves<\/dd>\n<dd>Unto the sects; and Joseph\u2019s tender mind<\/dd>\n<dd>Was deeply and most solemnly impress\u2019d<\/dd>\n<dd>With the importance of eternal things.<\/dd>\n<dd>But then, amid the strange confusedness<\/dd>\n<dd>Of cleric strifes and proselyting schemes,<\/dd>\n<dd>His mind was left to wander in the dark<\/dd>\n<dd>Impenetrable maze of doubt and deep<\/dd>\n<dd>Anxiety; to ascertain the one<\/dd>\n<dd>Of all the various sects, that God approv\u2019d.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>The recklessness of childhood was but just<\/dd>\n<dd>Diverging into youth\u2014his tender years<\/dd>\n<dd>Were yet unripen\u2019d with the radiance of<\/dd>\n<dd>His fifteenth Summer\u2019s sun.<\/dd>\n<dd>\u201cWhich way is right?\u201d<\/dd>\n<dd>Was the inquiry of his anxious mind;<\/dd>\n<dd>When loud as though an angel\u2019s whisper came<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon the breeze, a clear suggestion spoke<\/dd>\n<dd>With more than mortal meaning, to his heart\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>\u201cIf any man lack wisdom, let him ask<\/dd>\n<dd>Of God who giveth lib\u2019rally to all,<\/dd>\n<dd>Upbraiding not.\u201d<\/dd>\n<dd>All human aid was vain\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>No earthly counsel could avail him aught;<\/dd>\n<dd>And in his heart he purpos\u2019d to obtain<\/dd>\n<dd>The wisdom from above.<\/dd>\n<dd>One beauteous morn,<\/dd>\n<dd>When not a cloud was seen to hover o\u2019er<\/dd>\n<dd>The broad horizon\u2014when the vernal sun<\/dd>\n<dd>Pour\u2019d his reviving rays on Natures crest,<\/dd>\n<dd>Already deck\u2019d with sweetly scented flowers\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>He sought retirement in the woodland shade;<\/dd>\n<dd>In secret there to lift his heart and voice<\/dd>\n<dd>To God, in prayer. In all his life before,<\/dd>\n<dd>He had not shap\u2019d his thoughts and his desires<\/dd>\n<dd>For vocal supplication. In the depth<\/dd>\n<dd>Of nature\u2019s wild retreat\u2014where secrecies<\/dd>\n<dd>Of thought pour\u2019d forth, could only reach the ear<\/dd>\n<dd>Of Him to whom the secrets of all hearts<\/dd>\n<dd>Are known\u2014he spread the burthen of his soul<\/dd>\n<dd>Before the Lord. He scarce had bow\u2019d himself<\/dd>\n<dd>In humble posture, when, with iron grasp<\/dd>\n<dd>A power invisible laid hold on him.<\/dd>\n<dd>His prayer was interrupted, for his tongue<\/dd>\n<dd>Was suddenly in speechless silence chain\u2019d.<\/dd>\n<dd>Thick atmospheric darkness gather\u2019d round\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>Destruction seem\u2019d inevitable, and<\/dd>\n<dd>Into the deep recesses of his heart<\/dd>\n<dd>Despair was fastening its poison\u2019d barb.<\/dd>\n<dd>Then, with a mighty effort of his mind,<\/dd>\n<dd>He rais\u2019d his struggling heart to God, and sought<\/dd>\n<dd>Deliverance from above; when suddenly<\/dd>\n<dd>A pillar, brighter than the noon-day sun,<\/dd>\n<dd>Precisely o\u2019er his head, descending, fell<\/dd>\n<dd>Around him; and he felt himself unbound<\/dd>\n<dd>And liberated from the terrors of<\/dd>\n<dd>The strong, unearthly grasp with which he was<\/dd>\n<dd>Most fearfully enchain\u2019d.<\/dd>\n<dd>No sooner had<\/dd>\n<dd>The glory from on high around him shone,<\/dd>\n<dd>And the demoniac grasp disappear\u2019d, than<\/dd>\n<dd>He saw two glorious personages stand<\/dd>\n<dd>Above him in the air; surrounded with<\/dd>\n<dd>The light that had envelop\u2019d him. With joy,<\/dd>\n<dd>Wrapt in astonishment, he heard himself<\/dd>\n<dd>Address\u2019d. Address\u2019d by whom? Address\u2019d by what?<\/dd>\n<dd>Was that indeed a voice he heard; or was<\/dd>\n<dd>Imagination, with its frenzied harp,<\/dd>\n<dd>Playing upon the organs of his mind?<\/dd>\n<dd>Was that the speech of fancy which he heard?<\/dd>\n<dd>And was it the soft echo of the strains<\/dd>\n<dd>Of phantom-music on his ear? And were<\/dd>\n<dd>The glorious figures which he saw, the forms<\/dd>\n<dd>Of airiness and wild delusive thought?<\/dd>\n<dd>O no: the heavens had verily unfurl\u2019d<\/dd>\n<dd>The sable curtain which defines the bounds<\/dd>\n<dd>\u2019Twixt earth and immortality; and he<\/dd>\n<dd>Was gazing on celestials, and he heard<\/dd>\n<dd>The voice of the Eternal.<\/dd>\n<dd>One of the<\/dd>\n<dd>Bright personages whom he saw referr\u2019d<\/dd>\n<dd>Him to the other, and address\u2019d him thus,<\/dd>\n<dd>\u201cJoseph, this is my well beloved Son,<\/dd>\n<dd>Hear him.\u201d<\/dd>\n<dd>To know his duty, was indeed<\/dd>\n<dd>The burthen of his mind\u2014the theme of all<\/dd>\n<dd>His soul\u2019s solicitude. Accordingly,<\/dd>\n<dd>No sooner had he got possession of<\/dd>\n<dd>Himself, with power to speak, than he inquir\u2019d,<\/dd>\n<dd>\u201cWhich of the sects is right?\u201d for yet the thought<\/dd>\n<dd>That all were wrong, had not occurr\u2019d to him.<\/dd>\n<dd>And what was his astonishment, to hear<\/dd>\n<dd>The being who address\u2019d him, say, \u201cNone of<\/dd>\n<dd>The various sects are right; and all their Creeds<\/dd>\n<dd>Are an abomination in my sight.\u201d<\/dd>\n<dd>He said that the professing world was all<\/dd>\n<dd>Corrupt. \u201cThey with their lips draw near to me,<\/dd>\n<dd>And while their hearts are far away, they teach<\/dd>\n<dd>For doctrines the commandments of mankind.<\/dd>\n<dd>They have the form of godliness, but they<\/dd>\n<dd>Deny the power thereof.\u201d<\/dd>\n<dd>A second time<\/dd>\n<dd>He said to Joseph that he should not join<\/dd>\n<dd>Himself to any sect. Much else was said;<\/dd>\n<dd>And then the heavens were curtain\u2019d from his view.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>With all the frankness, and simplicity,<\/dd>\n<dd>And unsuspecting nature of his young<\/dd>\n<dd>And inexperienc\u2019d heart; like Paul of old,<\/dd>\n<dd>He soberly declar\u2019d the novel fact\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>Novel to modern ears\u2014that he had seen<\/dd>\n<dd>A heavenly vision; and the consequence<\/dd>\n<dd>Fell heavy on him!<\/dd>\n<dd>Did those Christian friends,<\/dd>\n<dd>Whose pious zeal had prompted them before,<\/dd>\n<dd>To proffer him a fostering guardianship,<\/dd>\n<dd>Approach him then, with hearts\u2014with bosoms, warm<\/dd>\n<dd>With charity and tenderness? Did those<\/dd>\n<dd>Professing to believe the record of<\/dd>\n<dd>The visions, prophecies, and gifts of Saints<\/dd>\n<dd>In ancient times; rejoice with him to hear<\/dd>\n<dd>That God was still the same to answer prayer\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>To open heaven, and show the secrets of<\/dd>\n<dd>Eternity? Ah! no. the very fact<\/dd>\n<dd>That he had seen a vision, broke the bond<\/dd>\n<dd>Of friendship; and an awful avalanche<\/dd>\n<dd>Of persecution fell upon him, hurl\u2019d<\/dd>\n<dd>By the rude blast of cleric influence!<\/dd>\n<dd>Contempt, reproach, and ridicule were pour\u2019d,<\/dd>\n<dd>Like thunderbolts, in black profusion, o\u2019er<\/dd>\n<dd>His youthful head; as if to blast the bud<\/dd>\n<dd>Of character\u2014to wither reputation, ere<\/dd>\n<dd>It could be strengthen\u2019d by maturing years.<\/dd>\n<dd>And all for what? Ah! wherefore all this aim<\/dd>\n<dd>Of high and low, to strike a blow at one<\/dd>\n<dd>So young, so innocent, and so obscure?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Because that he, in faith and confidence,<\/dd>\n<dd>Pray\u2019d unto God, and God had heard his prayer;<\/dd>\n<dd>And, faithful to His promise as in times<\/dd>\n<dd>Of old, had pour\u2019d the blessings out to him<\/dd>\n<dd>According to his faith. Such was his crime\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>Such was the character of that misdeed<\/dd>\n<dd>Which the religious world reported such.<\/dd>\n<dd>But what avail\u2019d the malice of the world<\/dd>\n<dd>With him? He\u2019d seen a heavenly vision, and<\/dd>\n<dd>Had heard the voice of Him who does not lie;<\/dd>\n<dd>And all the powers of darkness, speaking through<\/dd>\n<dd>The human tongue, could never teach him to<\/dd>\n<dd>Unknow what he authentically knew<\/dd>\n<dd>His eyes had seen\u2014his ears had heard\u2014he\u2019d felt<\/dd>\n<dd>The power of the Eternal Deity.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>How sweet the joys of conscious innocence:<\/dd>\n<dd>How peaceful is the calm within the breast,<\/dd>\n<dd>When conscience speaks in approbative tones<\/dd>\n<dd>Softer than notes that swell the harpsichord,<\/dd>\n<dd>And testifies within, that all is well<\/dd>\n<dd>With what a noble, heavenly feeling does<\/dd>\n<dd>The bosom swell; and how composedly<\/dd>\n<dd>The spirit rests and feels secure from all<\/dd>\n<dd>\u201cThe strife of tongues;\u201d reposing on the firm,<\/dd>\n<dd>Immovable, unchangeable defence\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>The bulwark of the favor of the Lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022<\/strong><\/p>\n<h3>Orson F. Whitney&#8217;s <em>The Jubilee of Zion<\/em><\/h3>\n<p>The second poem is also associated with an attempt to write an epic poem telling the story of Mormonism. In 1880 Orson F. Whitney, then a reporter and city editor for the Deseret News, wrote &#8220;The Jubilee of Zion&#8221;, a long poem celebrating the 50th anniversary of the Church. Whitney would leave on a mission the following year, edit the Millennial Star, and eventually be called as an Apostle in 1906\u2014less than two years after publication of his epic poem, &#8220;Elias, an Epic of the Ages.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The following excerpt from &#8220;The Jubilee of Zion&#8221; also retells the story of the first vision:<\/p>\n<h4>From <em>The Jubilee of Zion<\/em><\/h4>\n<div>by Orson F. Whitney (1880)<\/div>\n<p>Far down the mystic river of the Mind,<br \/>\nA fleet of recollections slowly wind\u2014<br \/>\nA chain of gems on Fancy&#8217;s pinions brought,<br \/>\nHistoric views on Mem&#8217;ry&#8217;s canvas wrought.<br \/>\nThe foremost is a scene where forests grow,<br \/>\nWhere flowers bloom and springtime breezes blow,<br \/>\nWhere sweet toned birds send up their matin lay,<br \/>\nAnd lave in th&#8217; golden fountain of the day.<br \/>\nDeep in the bosom of a woodland shade,<br \/>\nWhere Solitude her secret home hath made,<br \/>\nA simble lad, his sunburned temples bare,<br \/>\nPours forth a guileless soul to God in prayer.<br \/>\nA sudden cloud of midnight depth profound,<br \/>\nNow hurls him breathless to the trembling ground;<br \/>\nSpeechless he&#8217;s stricken, but with voice of will<br \/>\nCalls on his God, and supplicates Him still.<br \/>\nHis prayers are heard. Lo! shining o&#8217;er his head<br \/>\nA dazzling light! Where hath the darkness fled?<br \/>\nA pillar brighter than the noonday sun,<br \/>\nWhen on the purest sky his race is run,<br \/>\nFalls, gently as the earth-reviving dew,<br \/>\nAnd opens to his gaze a heavenly view,<br \/>\nTwo Beings, of a glory to defy<br \/>\nThe pow&#8217;r of words stand &#8216;twixt him and the sky.<br \/>\nAnd is&#8217;t a voice, or music low and clear,<br \/>\nWhose hallowed sweetness charms the listner&#8217;s ear<br \/>\nLike murm&#8217;ring waters from a mossy rim,<br \/>\n&#8220;Joseph! &#8216;Tis my Beloved Son, Hear him!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022<\/strong><\/p>\n<h3>William Mulder&#8217;s <em>Restoration<\/em><\/h3>\n<p>The author of this third poem, William Mulder (1915-2008), was an historian and English professor at the University of Utah, who is perhaps most remembered for his important history of the Scandinavian Mormon immigration, &#8220;Homeward to Zion.&#8221; He served an LDS mission in Holland and served in the US Armed Forces during World War II before he obtained his Ph.D. from Harvard in American Civilization.<\/p>\n<p>The following poem is, as I said above, on of my favorite Mormon poems. Written a couple of years after Mulder&#8217;s return from his mission and after his marriage, but before his military service, the poem&#8217;s structure as a sonnet is somewhat unusual among Mormon poetry. It is also much more modern than the previous poems, using what I think is a very devotional and worshipful tone. It will, I think, add immensely to this lesson:<\/p>\n<h4><span id=\"Restoration_2\" class=\"mw-headline\">Restoration<\/span><\/h4>\n<div><span class=\"mw-headline\">By William Mulder (1941)<\/span><\/div>\n<dl>\n<dd>Perhaps I\u2019ll never see the Father face to face,<\/dd>\n<dd>But I have bowed my head where Joseph knelt<\/dd>\n<dd>And, moving lips in silent prayer, have felt<\/dd>\n<dd>The quiet rapture of that sacred place.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>The trees in their familiar whisperings<\/dd>\n<dd>Bore witness, and the very atmosphere<\/dd>\n<dd>Confirmed what I dared only hope before:<\/dd>\n<dd>I felt the truth the inward vision brings.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>The glory of the grove still lights my way<\/dd>\n<dd>As it once lighted Carthage, Liberty,<\/dd>\n<dd>Nauvoo, the westward march \u2013 and constantly<\/dd>\n<dd>The vision shines upon the church today.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>The Restoration comes each spring again<\/dd>\n<dd>To bring me close to God and to my fellow men.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the second lesson for this year, the Come Follow Me curriculum turns to Joseph Smith-History in order to include a brief look (over two lessons) at the origins of the restoration. For most Church members, the story is very familiar, and the principles taught are well-covered material. And, as you might imagine, the events of the First Vision have been told many times in poetry. But, that was not always true\u2014Mormon poets didn&#8217;t cover the First Vision until the saints arrived in Utah. Below I&#8217;ve included three poems that treat the First Vision. Two of them are from some of the best known of Mormon poets. But, don&#8217;t stop there. The final poem, a sonnet, is the best, and one of my favorites of all Mormon poetry. Eliza R. Snow&#8217;s Historical sketch of the Life of President Joseph Smith The earliest poem I found is from 1856 &#8212; found in Eliza R. Snow&#8217;s first collection of poetry. Snow started writing a poetic epic poem to tell the life story of Joseph Smith in the early 1840s, completing an introductory poem that was published in 1843. She later wrote two &#8220;chapters&#8221; of the poem covering Smith&#8217;s life until the organization [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":111,"featured_media":41246,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2895,2462,50],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-41245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-come-follow-me-currculum","category-poetry-arts","category-sunday-school-lesson-doctrine-and-covenants"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/First-Vision-768x432-1.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/111"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41245"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41252,"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41245\/revisions\/41252"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/41246"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=41245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=41245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}