When I beheld thee my soul was enthrall’d, and danced a spirited can-can. Thither came 15,000 saints, and squatted in glory,
And the desert blossom’d as the rose, beneath the smile of Smith.
He preach’d the gospel, and got up a government-house and militia,
Was mayor of the town, high priest, and commander-in-chief of the army;
O, gloria! triumph! bravo! hosannah! huzza! halleluiah!
(These are the words of a soul jumping out of its skin with felicity.)
Once more “revelation” came, and spake unto Smith the prophet.
“The relation between man and woman is not only social but spiritual.
The social is bounded by two, the spiritual knows of no limit;
Wherefore, O Smith, you may take what number of wives you think proper,