Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Negative view of Adam in his role in the Fall in 19th century Latter-day Saint Poetry

  

W. W. Phelps:

 

CHRISTMAS ADDRESS.

 

As time will shortly pass the Isthmus,

I thought I’d drop a word for Christmas;

For sure the era of a Savior,

Has much to do with earth’s behavior.

Before this world had its beginning,

Or Lucifer began his sinning,

By asking Father’s “honor,”—(meant hence,

To save the world without repentance,)

While in the sinless realms of spirits,

He said:--“I’ll save men on their merits.”

The lamb was slain—he died a martyr,

Then rose triumphant, conq’ring after:

And so he lives for our salvation,

To raise us from our degradation,

Which Satan brought from his new college,

And Eve “partook” to gain the knowledge;

And Adam “ate,” for he was human,

And plagued a world to please a woman!

And down “fell” all in common sorrow--

With hopes to rise again to-morrow:--

But oh! to-morrow!—boundless ocean!

With all her tempest waves’ commotion,

Has lengthened out the awful terror--

And let the world go on in error,--

Till yonder comes the dreaded trouble!

“The wicked must be burnt as stubble!”

The suffering now must be exquisite;

“It must,” said Christ upon his visit,

“For earth has sinned and killed my servants,

“And all is under my observance:

“I was; I am; and will be ever,

“And none can stay my hands; no, never!

“To-day I bring glad tidings—‘tis well!

“Why will ye die, O house of Israel?

“Repent; be washed; do right, be clever;

“And you can live in bliss, forever.” (W. W. Phelps, Deseret Almanac, for the Year of Our Lord, 1853 [Salt Lake City: W. Richards, 1853]: 26)

 

Eliza Roxcy Snow:

 

Christ conquered death: And to the Saints of God,

Who live to do His will, death has no sting;

'Tis a kind porter to admit us where

A realm of light and beauty shines around—

A world of glorious Immortality!

A world? Yes, words of vast immensity.

And what of us? To be our very selves,

Free from all imperfections consequent

Upon the curse entailed through Adam's Fall—

To enjoy life's sweet associations—those (Eliza R. Snow, "Immortality," in Eliza R. Snow, Recitations for the Primary Associations, in Poetry, Dialogues and Prose, Book No. 2 [Salt Lake City: Deseret News Company, 1882], 71)

 

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