Midwife Poem

By Levi Mathew Savage

She calls no hour of night or day her own

Through heat or cold she goes her round alone

Here, to bring some mortal into being

There, to ease some soul that must be fleeing.

She listens earnestly to tales of grief

Forgets herself that she may give relief

To bodies suffering or tortured minds

In service to all men her pleasure finds

May God forever bless her with his grace for now she’s gone,

O, who will take her place?

Source: Levi Mathew Savage Family History Journal, March 28, 1876. Utah State Historical mimeographed copy, Brigham Young University, page 57.

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