W. W. Phelps poem that speaks of God's "madam."
W. W. Phelps, "'Here We Are'," Deseret News 6, no. 47 (January 28, 1857): 373
"Here we are."
[Composed for the 12th night of February, 1857.]
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By W. W. Phelps
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Shine you with the stars to-night—
Where the best of worlds are running?
Venus with her eyes so bright,
Passing Jupiter so cunning,—
Whose eclipses, like the gipsies,
Show four moons are playing there;—
Night singing—"Here we are."
Shine you with the stars to-night?
Seven stars and Aldebaron;
Mars for war in crimson plight;
Saturn like the "rose of Sharon:"
Rings of splendor, arched up wonder;
Seven moons are dancing there:—
Nightly singing—"Here we are."
Shine you with the stars to-night—
Where the Orions so sweetly,
With their smiling wives in sight,
Show plurality completely:
Six or seven up in heaven,
Give a sample of the lair,—
Nightly singing—"Here we are."
Shine you with the stars to-night—
Where the Twins, in long communion,
Hold their pleasure and delight,—
While the "lesser lights," in union,
Watch Capella take a belly
Full of riding in the chair,—
Nightly singing—"Here we are."
Shine you with the stars to-night—
Where the "Dog-stars" ever eye us,
As the upper sons of light?
What if Kolob is Si-ri us?
God, who's Adam, with a madam.
Brought our garden seeds from there,—
Nightly singing—"Here we are."
Shine you with the stars to-night—
Where our Adam's Father's Father,
In another range of light,
Sees the wiser virgins gather,—
Where the lions fill up Zions—
For yet further kingdoms there?
So on—Singing:—"Here we are."