--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Albion J. Bacon collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 1 number: 8 published: 1898-06 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Albion J. Bacon, "When Youth Is Gone," *Improvement Era* 1, no. 8 (June 1898): 562.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera18unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera18unse start_page: 562 end_page: 562 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1898-06) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera18unse publication_year: 1898 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1898, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # When Youth Is Gone 682 IMPROVEMENT ERA. God is Breaking," "My Country 'Tis of Thee," and they have given us many other hymns by which faith has been strengthened, sorrow comforted, duty glorified, patriotism stimulated, and our Lord Jesus Christ rendered more precious and endeared to the souls of men. They who have thus sung; they who have thus thought; yea, they who have thus wrought—for holy ideas are kindred, to holy deeds—are in themselves the best witnesses to the wholesome influence of a doctrine that seeks to make out of every human creature a man, out of every man a saint, and out of every saint a special and individual confessor oi Christ. WHEN YOUTH IS GONE. How can we know when youth is gone — When age has surely come at last ? There is no marked meridian Through which we sail, and feel when past A keener air our faces strike, A chillier current swifter run; They meet and glide like tide with tide, Our youth and age, when youth is done. —Albion Fellows Bacon.