THE GLORY DAYS HAVE COME AGAIN . . .NAUVOO

THE GLORY DAYS HAVE COME AGAIN

I see the white majestic walls
rising up where they did before.
I hear the chink of steel on stone --
their quarry work now lives once more.

To Nauvoo – city beautiful –
the glory days have come again.
Redeemed at last, their heritage
by great grandchildren grown to men.

No one who saw their harried haste,
their wretched flight that winter drear,
would guess their offspring would be back,
to dedicate a Temple here.

Though killed were servants of the Lord,
though mobs did rage and tyrants reign
though hundreds died in winter’s blasts,
to Nauvoo, home, we’ve come again.