“To Elder Geo. W Wilkins” by Hannah Last Cornaby On his departure to England on a mission to preach the Gospel. You’re going to visit the land of my birth,That spot once the dearest to me on the earth,Dear still, through the friends that behind have been left,Still loved, as my dead, there for ages have slept. To that now distant land, my mind often turns,For her people, my spirit in anguish yearns,For full well I know how her poor are...
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