Jehovah from
the earth. And he said to Cain the voice of your brother's soul cries
unto me from the ground. And now are you cursed in the blessings of the
earth which has received your brother's blood by your hand. When you
till the soil it shall not yield unto you her strength. A fugitive and a
vagabond shall you be in the earth. And Cain repented and said, "my
punishment is greater than I can bear; you have driven me out from among
the people, and from your face I shall be hid; and it shall come to pass
that if any one should find me that they shall slay me."

And Jehovah said to the people, whosoever slays Cain, "Vengeance shall
be taken upon him seven fold." And he set a mark upon Cain's forehead of
many colors. And Cain went from the presence of Jehovah and dwelt in the
land of Nod. And in time he became the father of a generation. But his
days were evil and sullen, and when he was aged a lad slew him with an
arrow.

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A Praise of Memory

The north winds howled across the rockies, with a blasting chill.
The people wandered through the snow drifts, while the stars shone
cold and still.

There was no place on earth to rest then; no place for the children
to lie.
But Mosier watched throughout the hosts, that none of them should die.

Through the desert lone and dreary; through the cold, drifting sands,
The people fled from the hosts of Satan, from the wrath of wicked man.

The spirit of Jehovah gleams across the heaven, a light for every man;
Showing white the road that leads to Zion, shining bright in every
land.

Watching in a city by the river, praising in music and in song,
Waiting for the train of Zion, Mosier with his hosts of angels comes
speeding on.

Ring you bells, for the station of Zion; let the music sound out over
the land.
Mosier with his hosts of the angels comes to earth to reign with man.

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A High Praise

The Lord of these hills is king of the plains, too, and he rules the
starry blue.
He is coming to earth with the children of men to reign the ages
through.

Over the hills of silvered blue, over the fields of gold and gray.
The angels shall march in songs of high praise, through the great
white way.

When the forests and the orchards are all prepared, and the flowers
are in f