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Lyrics: 1-3 Aria <br/>(Scene: Carthage, Illinois, at the time of the martyrdom of Joseph Smith. Joseph, Hyrum, and other captive leaders are seen being brought from Carthage Jail before the Carthage Greys. Joseph, wearing a mantle, walks in the midst of the Greys though it is obvious that they want to kill him. He locks arms with some of them; Hyrum joins him. After a few moments of the derision of the Greys, Joseph and Hyrum withdraw to their friends.) <br/> <br/>(Joseph is seen in an identifiable stance that on August 8, 1844, is naturally assumed by Brigham Young, who receives the mantle of the prophet.) <br/> <br/>JOSEPH <br/>I come to this hour through the meadows of spring; <br/>No more can be done. <br/>Prepare yourselves, brethren: only our blood <br/>Will slake their thirst. <br/>Prepare yourselves, brethren, though our going <br/>Will be easier than you imagine. Last night <br/>I had a dream, and saw my Kirtland farm. <br/>It was covered with weeds <br/>And I knew it was lost to me; <br/>The house was empty as night. <br/>I entered the barn through broken doors; <br/>Then the clamor of many men <br/>Who came into the barn and said <br/>Nothing was mine, the land nor the barn, <br/>The harvest, home, nothing, <br/>And I wept; I said, 'The Church gave it to me,' <br/>They said nothing was mine. <br/>'It belongs to me or the Church,' I said. <br/>Their faces turned the color of ash <br/>And they said, <br/>'Neither to you nor the Church.' <br/>'Take it,' I said and walked past them, <br/>Out of the barn. It had been raining <br/>And I walked in the mud; <br/>I was away from home, even as now: <br/>Behind, the knives and the screaming; <br/>Ahead, the imperative Christ of my mission. <br/>Home is not yet though we are in Zion; <br/>Prophecy has made us, but what must follow? <br/>Around me, my brethren; though we die <br/>We do not; to serve the Lord and His Will <br/>Is like the gift of the nativity, though from that moment <br/>He strode to the cross and the redemption. <br/>Fix the time; the Greys in their hate lift us to Zion. <br/>My conscience is the covenant of my being <br/>Before God and before all men. <br/>My people, I know your feelings. <br/>My people, I know. <br/>(They leave under guard and the Greys disperse. The lights dim slowly.
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