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Winter Quarters, 1846 by Edna S. Brown Ensign Sleep while Mother dreams of your comely smile and your small hands cupping my heart; of my completeness holding you; the happy burden of your trust; my pride in your unfolding; the wonders meant for you since our first touch. Even here - here in this wind-swept place, this savage wilderness, you have been my courage and my star. Sleep my little one - Sleep in your narrow bed under your coverlet of prairie sod and stones gently piled. Sleep, while Mother dreams - and weeps - walking the long, lonely miles ahead. Home / For Latter-day Saints |