Carthage Songtext
von Rob Gardner

"There is no mercy, no mercy here.
If my life is of no value to my friend,
It is of none to myself.
I′m going like a lambe to the slaughter,
But I'm calm as a Sunday morning. I have a concius void of offense toward God,
And toward all man."
On June 24th, 1844, Joseph bid farewell to his family
And made his final journey to Carthage.

" Dear Emma, I am very much resigned to my lot.
Knowing that I am justified, and have done the best that could be done.
Give my love to the children, and all my friends.
May God bless you all."


At afternoon of June 27th a mob gathering outside of Carthage jail became to grow restless.
John Taylor and William Richards, two of the Twelve, lingered with the Prophet and his Brother Hirum in the east bedroom of the jail.
"We all of us felt unusually ... (...)
Marking our depression of spirit" wrote Elder Taylor.
In consciousness with those feelings he sang a song which was introduced to Navoo, entitled A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief.