The day of trouble now has come,
And we must flee away.
A bloody scene will soon take place
In North America.

Iniquity doth now abound,
And sin and vanity.
Much wickedness can now be found
In North America.

The warlike troops will soon appear
For battle in array;
Sudden destruction will appear
In North America.

Towns and cities shall be burned,
And smoke becloud the day;
No human pity shall be found
In North America.

A dreadful pestilence will rage,
And earthquakes shake the ground;
O what a dreadful scene appears,
In all the earth around!

Sad lamentations will be heard,
By those who have been spared;
And soon they'll feel a famine sore,
As prophets have declared.

Come, O my people, saith the Lord,
Come, Israel, gather home;
Join heart and hand with one accord:
Come out of Babylon.

—From I. N. White's Scrapbook