By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 23, 2013 Cumorah Hill By J.M. White Fierce raged the fight; a wild, barbarian horde,Thirsting for blood, surged like a stormy sea,Around a little band, wielding the spear and sword,Seeking to live and evermore be free,Fast fell they there, as grass before the blade,Until but one remained, who then in deep despair,By night, in secret there, the tribal records laid,Then died alone, last of his nation there. The ...
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