W. W. Phelps writes a poem on eternal progression; each "Adam" has his "Eves."
W. W. Phelps, Deseret Almanac, for the Year of Our Lord, 1852 (Salt Lake City: W. Richards, 1852), 8, 10
OUR FATHER IN THE HEAVENS.
1—When eternities began,
There were precepts made for man,
Knowing Lucifer deceives,—
For each Adam had his Eves,—
Like millions of millions his Father once blest;—
Or millions of millions in everlasting rest.
2—Then our Father in his youth,
Came from Teman full of truth,
Cloth'd in flesh like you and I,
Sav'd his world, and went on high,
Like millions, &c.
3—Morning Stars together sang,
Sweet the sons on Kolob rang;
"There's another Kingdom Come;
"There's another God come home :"—
Like millions, &c.
4—O! what glory fills each realm!
And what wisdom guides the helm!—
As a resurrected soul,
Every God controls a whole:—
Like millions, &c.
5—What a mighty scope for thought,—
Where the spirits are begot?
Born for Kingdoms yet to be,
In a new eternity?
Like millions, &c.
6—There's the mansions; there's the means;
There's the Kings, and there's the Queens;
There's the children; there's the plan;
There's the glory yet for man—
Like millions, &c.
G. S. L. City, Sept. 30, 1851
The Author, K. J.