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Lyrics: 2-10 Aria
YOUNG (Gazing up to heaven)
We are as straws together in a swirl of wind;
We pass over the land until the wind puts us down.
Joseph, the Twelve remain, and the ache
Of your vision is with us and must be fulfilled.
I have stumbled in your presence, wondering
How to serve you and whom you served.
My hard hands have taken yours, inquiring.
(Kneeling)
How can I be of use? I have looked into your eyes
And have seen the far horizons of the West,
The wagons and the prairies white and golden
Under a summer day. I have seen the cleavage
Of land from the mountains. In the depths
Of my heart I wander there, where the gulls
Ride above a silver sea and the sky
Like a veil hangs over a great valley.
(Rising)
How can I know where this may be,
Except as I remember you in my stride
That brings me west? I have come from the East
To find you, and I have found you only here.
As you are carried in death, so I must find you
Beyond the river, along the trail, westward still
Where the people may gather, where
The mountains decline with the sun.
I have seen the inland sea in the silence
Of your eyes. Where can you have gone but there?
You are gone, and I look around at the strange land;
You are gone, and I hear the wind answer me.
In the west the valley lies: the great blue peaks
Rise in the haze where the wagons go; where we go
The land is like the palm of God. Joseph,
I await the touch of your hand and your arm about me
To guide me there; where you call, I must go
As I have always gone.
Brother Rigdon, he must rest, but we shall not.
We cannot abandon him, though we leave him in IIlinois.
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