- A poem written by Mary
Farnsworth to her stepmother, Eliza Cusworth Burton
Staker as a gift on her birthday in January of 1909.
- ELIZA CUSWORTH BURTON STAKER
And like dear Job of ancient fame He bore,
with patience, every ill.
Poor, lonely, sorrowful and
lame Father, was mindful of him still
And gave to him
another wife Who bore a son, and daughters three,
comfort his declining life, Beside the twain (two children)
brought o’er the sea
To whom he proved a father kind,
in lieu Of one laid low by death
In new made grave left
far behind Who blest them with his latest breath.
said, “Go on my babes and wife, For you shall reach the
With no more loss of precious life, For
God will hold you in his hand.”
And so, this lonely widow sailed with
Son and daughter o’er the sea,
As other means of progress
failed, She pulled a handcart cross the lea.
had started much too late, And winter found them on the
From lack of food their suffering great. Their
feet were sore with many a blain.
The frozen sod was
often turned, And this poor mother, where was she?
limbs were poisoned, frozen, burned. But her husband's words
fulfilled must be.
Her babe in deathlike stupor lay.
Her starving lad in frozen plight.
Oh shall we see another
day Or must we die, this cold dark night.
But ere there dawned another day, Help
came to them, with food and cheer
God's servants met
them on the way, Among whom I had a brother dear.
with him on Taylor's farm. He went with others, who were
To shield these suffering saints from harm, And
they were saved, by help thus lent.
I now recall the happy day, I say with
merry childish glee,
Those wagons wend their way Unmindful
of their gift for me.
My thoughts were with the one restored,
To the little home on Canyon stream.
Of one to fill a
father's board. My mother's place I did not dream.
she was led to Pleasant Grove. Where lonely with this baby
There dwelt a servant of the Lord Who welcomed her
with purest joy.
To love and cherish her through life.
For they were very shortly wed.
He prized her as a faithful
wife With no desire to rob the dead.
For he was also
good and true A loyal saint of Latter-day
was soon performed To prove for him the heavenly way.
And she still lives to tell the tale Of
many long and happy years
With one now past behind the
veil Beyond all earthly hopes and fears.
And we are grateful
to the Lord, That still his precious life was spared
see the lot of each dear child, By wife, or husband shared.
To Mother on her birthday with love – Mary