Kansas wheat, bleached light, dry, and swishing,
Late-spring air, blown gently, but wishing
For violent storms
And rising warms
And cumulous white clouds
In the sun casting shrouds.

Harvest wheat, brushed rusty and dusty,
Red-orange sky, rushed gusty and lusty
For all that I love —
The beauty of
The old Drury mill
Reflecting the sunset still!

When he was born, a star appeared
My sky had never owned,
And when they nailed him to a cross,
My face broke up and groaned.

When he arose, my dead in him
Awakened from their graves.
He taught my living, healed their sick,
And calmed my winds and waves.

He sent his Spirit from above
To comfort and to guide
Those who remembered his commands.
In them he did abide.

But after two bright centuries
His gospel they denied.
No more their Savior gladly served,
But cursed his name and died.

Engraved in gold, their prophets' words,
Now crying from my dust,
Repent, believe his gospel true,
Don't fall from grace like us,

Must to my living be proclaimed,
Or they must likewise fall.
The nations dandled on my knees
Must show Christ's love for all.

He would not listen
To tales of bloodshed,
Nor look at lusting.
With hands he covered
His ears and vision.

The taste thereof has sweeter tang
Than honey and the honeycomb.
The joy therefrom surpasses throbs
Sojourners feel in finding home.

Joy must be shared or is not joy.
There is a search through swimming eyes
To find and call familiar souls
To come and taste of paradise.

Though many doubt or even jeer
To try to prompt a sense of shame,
The tree is there, its fruit is free,
The path to it has precious name.

A virgin fairer than the fair
Became the mother of our God.
In children and in childlike hearts
The love of him is shed abroad.

Boys and girls become
Men and women soon.
Mellow voices hum
In a joyful tune,
Behold the children in God's love.

Parents ever grieve
If their children stray,
And when children leave
Quavering voices say,
Behold the children in God's love.

We turned and we saw two faces aglow
As Nephi and Lehi with angels conversed.
Aminadab told us to cry to the voice.
We cried till the cloud of darkness dispersed.
Then pillars of fire encircled each soul
And burned in our hearts until we felt whole.

The Spirit of God had entered our hearts
And gave us power to speak marvelous words.
Then again from above was whispered a voice.
The joy in our hearts was soaring like birds.
We looked up to see from whence came the sound.
The heavens were open and angels came down.