Expelled from Ohio and traveling west the Saints found their shelter at last. A muddy, undesirably swamp was their home but Joseph declared it'd be blessed and rightly he spoke for, draining the land they founded a beautiful town, erected a temple of glorious height, creating a place of renown.
Their "Nauvoo the Beautiful" sparkled from far and bricks became exports of state. Their sunstones shone high on fair temple walls but to stay here would not prove their fate for wickedness, murder and lies would arise and Joseph wouls meet a sad end. But hearts full of hope would march westward again and the Spirit of God would descend and carve out a way through a river of ice so the "Mormons" could rise once again.