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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