Then silence was called by a grim-faced, hard-voiced Elder, who announced: "The Lute of the Holy Ghost will now say a word of farewell from our pioneers to those who must stay behind." He stood before them erect, brave, confident; and the fire of his faith warmed his voice into their hearts.
"Children of Israel, we are going into the wilderness to lay the foundations of a temple to the most high God, so that when his Son, our elder Brother, shall come on earth again, He may have a place where He can lay His head and spend, not only a night or a day, but rest until He can say, 'I am satisfied!'-- a place, too, where you can obtain the ordinances of salvation for yourselves, your living, and your dead.

Let your prayers go with us.

We have been thrust out of Babylon, but to our eternal salvation.

We care no more for persecution than for the whistle of the north wind, the croaking of the crane that flies over our heads, or the crackling of thorns under a pot.

True, some of our dearest, our best-loved, have dropped by the way; they have fallen asleep, but what of that ?--and who cares?
It is as well to live as to die, or to die as to live--as well to sleep as to be awake.