THE BOOK OF MORMON. CHAPTER TWO. Evil hopes and sullied dreams are not the stuff of which The poet gladly sets in verse, or finds a pleasant niche. The downfall of the Nephite race is unheroic news That gives to even prophets a case of chronic blues. So disordered was the state, their leaders scared and barmy, That Mormon, when but sixteen, was the leader of their army. At first they all retreated as the Lamanites poured in, Defeated by their lack of zeal and love of fleshly sin. But in the land of Joshua the Nephite armies held; With blood and gore the Lamanites they finally expelled. Mormon limns a horrid scene of cruelty and spite; All things in red confusion, revolution day and night. The land is filled with robbers and with mages most malign, Who bleed the people of their wealth like sacrificial swine. At last the Nephites start to moan and wail about their state, And Mormon has brief hopes that they can still avoid their fate. For, says he, their loving God awaits but to ignite The flame of grace if they will but show that they are contrite. But so far gone are they in sin, so taken with its sheen, That they would rather curse their God than on his kindness lean. Mormon leads them with a heart that sickens through the days; To him they are an evil breed just running through a maze. He writes upon the plates whenever he has got the strength. The war gives way to sullen peace and strategy at length. The Lamanites take all the land south of the narrow neck, and Nephites to the north of it begin their sorry trek.
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