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    ‘We al of us felt unusually dull and languid, with a remarkable depression of spirits,” wrote Eider T consonance with those feelings, he sang a song that had lately been introduced into Nauvoo, entitled, Wayfaring Man of Grief. 49 JOHN TAYLOR: * A LT. a — MP poor way far- ing Man of grief Hath, of-ten crossed__me pm my way, Who Un poble Poiastero WP mi Camian ab Miser SOL AT. 0 hum bly for relief» That 1 could,ne-, ver answer, Nay. I. hed not pow to 59 — 00 “ob O doen Gund |? de feckeres aT. Sa ask his) name,— Where -to he went, or whence he came; Yet. there was some- thing J. jn his eye__That_ won my love;— 1 i. — wie ed bet-an leh jo found him by— jhe high - wayside: — Cam no I a He cal nin doh an svars Lut a — roused is pulse, brought back his. breath, — pits it, and suprled Wipe, Ila — Gay Or — ® Mor Vor Ae ar. ~ = |, recffesh = ment, he was healed; 1 had self a, woupd concealed, But re Sul v2 whe. la hw pena o in, @tempo AT. <— in thas ti ers pecs Bo py es ep [A pas m 2o_Ia den! AT, Jn— prison 1 saw_him next, con demned_To meet a tisi= tors doom at mom: vied ee flo ar 20h wsat “Lh i ha Be IT, 2 ie of (y= ing tongues semmed,— And hon-ored him — mid aod de ” shame and spom. My — Cdn ne A mI OMe OOne VR lor kn F mf => ft m an. : friend - shi 1 He sked if a fiend - ship's mos zeal yp tye He asked if 1. for hi would die; The 125 fu, age MM A wbsZ ne Be Pio pra won, - -75- 1 atempo -— flesh was weak ps MO my blood ran chill; But my. ffee spi- rit rie" HO (0. ns Sage ts rmalimalle bre. de = - —= a tompo

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