Yet did Smith triumph, and gathered in converts like hay in the sunshine.
Virtue will ever prevail, as long as the world circumvolvulates on its axis.
Huzza for the New Jerusalem!
At Kirtland, Ohio, Smith with his Saints located,
Till, in March, ’32, there came a band of Nonconformists,
Seized Joseph the Saint, and Rigdon his mate, and gave them tar and feathers!
O my soul, boil, boil like a potato with indignation!
From county to county, and state to state, for years the Mormons were driven,
Sometimes camping out ’neath the snow-cold stars of winter.
At last they found a resting place—Clay county, in Missouri.