THE KING'S JESTER'S SOLILOQUY.

CALCULATED FOR ALL SAINTS.

Bear me on, Eternal Father—

Bear me through this world of woe;

Teach me how to do my duty,—

Where thou goest let me go:

Help me live or die triumphant,

Never, never let me fall;

Bear me on through every trial,

Thou Almighty—all for all.

Give me daily food and raiment,

In a Kingdom full of truth,

Grant the Spirit’s consolation,

That that graced my “elder youth,”

In the realms of perfect freedom,

Where I scarcely knew “the rod,”

In the “infant school of glory,” —

In thy family, O God!

Fill me with that sacred wisdom,

I at first enjoyed with thee,

When the holv ones united,

For eternal liberty:—

That was when they tried the spirits,

By their agency and votes,

For an everlasting kingdom,

Where the light all truth promotes.

Bless me with that precious feeling,

Jesus meekly shed abroad,

When he gave himself a ransom

For the out-cast sons of God:—

Greater love can none exhibit,

Than to die; for friends they love;

’Tis a key to all perfection,

And it wins a crown above.

Call, O call me back to Kolob,

When the resurrection’s pass’d!

For I love my Father’s garden—

Where the first will be the last:—

Where I promised in my childhood,

To be born,—(the second birth)

So, to try the gift of passion,

On a mission to the earth.

O that infant-spirit wisdom,

Which my Father gave to me,

In his mansion with my mother,

As I sat upon her knee!—

Sacred records kept in “Teman,”

Till the flesh has conquered sin,—

By the Priesthood, faith and virtue,

Then I'll know them all again!