All is past; for Joseph was smitten with lead from a pistol,

Brigham went with the others over the prairies to Salt Lake.

Answers now to the long, disconsolate wail of the steamer,

Hoarse, inarticulate, shrill, the rolling and bounding of ten-pins,—

Answers the voice of the bar-tender, mixing the smash and the julep,

Answers, precocious, the boy, and bites a chew of tobacco.

Lone as the towers of Afrasiab now is the seat of the Prophet,

Mournful, inspiring to verse, though seeming utterly vulgar:

Also—for each thing now is expected to furnish a moral—

Teaching innumerable lessons for who so believes and is patient.