The following lines were composed for the occasion, on board the ship Cynosure, bearing a company of one hundred and sixty-two Latter-day Saints from Liverpool to New York:

The CynosureThe Cynosure is under weigh.The sailors shout their cheers;Nobly she does her helm obey,As on her course she steers.The Saints rejoice,With heart and voice(Their trust in God is sure;)While seas ring out,With song and shout,On board the Cynosure!
Shine on, shine on, thou polar star,
Thy beams propitious shed;
To guide our ship to realms afar,
And gladness round us spread.
Our ship's thy name,
Bright by thy flame.
While forth our prayers we pour;
And seas ring out,
Our song and shout,
On board the Cynosure!
Father! To thee all praise and prayer,
No by thy Saints be given;
That we, thy gospel blessing share,
To lead us up to heaven.
O holy Lord,
Who by the word,
Hast made thy promise sure,
To thee we'll raise,
The song of praise,
On board the Cynosure!
We pray for wives and children dear,
And friends we've left behind;
That over the seas they soon may steer,
A home with us to find.
We Mormons then,
Will shout again,
In Zion's land secure;
And bless the day,
We sailed away,
On board the Cynosure! . . . [p.1]
Joseph Linfitt.

BIB: Linfitt, Joseph. [Poem] "The Cynosure" The Mormon vol. 1, no. 30 (Sept. 15,
1855) p.1 (CHL)
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