A poem written by Lydia Clisbee Partridge, wife of Edward Partridge, the first bishop of the restored church.

The poem is written about Jane Manning James, and how she followed a prompting to share what little she had with the Partridge family in the early days of the Pioneers relocating to the Salt Lake Valley. (record in FamilySearch)

We had no milk, no butter.
Maybe we had some beans.
But, bread was what we could not get.
Our food was mostly greens.

“Twas then an angel in disguise
Came in at our door.
She brought with her a precious gift.
That precious gift was flour.

We blessed her then, and bless her now.
She’s remembered every hour,
And we teach the children to ne’er forget
The donor of that flour.

And when she leaves her present abode
To pass from earth away,
I hope she’ll find a happy home
In that land not far away.