Songs for the Pioneers: Altho’ in woods and tents we dwell shout, shout, O Camp
of Israel. No christian mob on earth can bind our thoughts, or steal our peace of mind.
Lo! a mighty host of people tented on the western shore of the noble Mississippi, they
for weeks were crossing o’er, at the last day’s daw of winter, bound with frost & wrapt in
snow. All at once is life in motion – trunks & beds & baggage fly; oxen yok’d & horses
harnessed – tents roll’d up, are passing by. Let us go – let us go to the ends of the earth
– let us go far away from the land of our birth, for the banner of “freedom” no longer will
wave o’er the patriot’s tomb – o’er the dust of the brave. Let us go to the wilds for home,
where twlf & roe & buffalo roam. Let us go to where our rights are secure, where waters
are clear & atmosphere pure, where shouts of salvation shall be hear round the world!
Women’s Voices : An Untold History of the Latter-Day Saints, 1830-1900. Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1982. https://archive.org/details/womensvoicesunto0000unse_k9w2/page/152/mode/1up?q=snow