Brigham Young

I feel like a father with a great family of children around me, in a winter storm, and I am looking with calmness confidence, and patience, for the clouds to break and the sun to shine, so that I can run out and plant and sow and gather in the corn, and wheat and say, Children, come home, winter is approaching again and I have homes and wood and flour and meal and meat and potatoes and squash and onions and cabbages and all things in abundance, and I am ready to kill the fatted calf and make a joyful feast to all who will come and partake.
Brigham Young February 1847