June 28, 1844
    Footnotes

    “June 28, 1844,” Ensign, June 1975, 35

    June 28, 1844

    I was not there.

    I did not see the wagon

    With its silent burden

    Climb the hill

    And roll into the town.

    I did not hear

    The creaking of the wagon wheels,

    The horses’ hooves.

    I did not see

    The tender brothers’ hands reach out

    To lift the prophets from the wagon bed,

    To bear the husbands through the door,

    To lay the sons upon the table there.

    I was not there.

    I did not share

    The anguish of the wives,

    The mother’s tears.

    More than a hundred thirty years

    Have gone.

    Zion grows.

    Prophets lead. Life goes on.

    My time is now,

    I was not there.

    And yet

    I cannot quite forget.