Ode to Deseret

by Eliza Roxcy Snow

Hail! our infant, growing State!
Refuge for the good and great—
Noblest honors thee await,
                        State of Deseret.

While commotions shake the world—
Thrones and sceptres downward hurled;
Lo a banner is unfurled
                        Here in Deseret.

See a glorious standard rise,
Reaching to the upper skies,
Kindly greets the pilgrim's eyes,
                        Now in Deseret.

Truth which from the world has fled—
Truth on which the nations tread,
Fearless lifts its royal head
                        Here in Deseret.

Justice, gem of matchless worth—
Peace that's taken from the earth,
Blooming with celestial birth;
                        Reign in Deseret.

Hail! ye wise men from afar!
Leave the scenes of strife and war;
Follow freedom's brilliant star,
                        Star of Deseret.

Sages! Patriots! Heroes gone!
More than all your valor won
Crowns the government anon,
                        Here in Deseret.

Hail the People God has blest,
With a free and quiet rest,
Mid the mountains of the west,
                        Here in Deseret.

Hail ye Saints of Latter-day;
Shout and sound the highest lay—
Tune the harps that seraphs play,
                        Here in Deseret.