---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Kennedy
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 2
number: 4
published: 1899-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Kennedy, "I Hear It Yet," *Improvement Era* 2, no. 4 (February 1899): 290.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24unse
  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: improvementera24unse
start_page: 290
end_page: 290
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1899-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24unse
  publication_year: 1899
  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 1899, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# I Hear It Yet

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soul—the perfect faith which inspired his devotion, and the perfect love
which precluded fear—these were the gifts and graces which rendered
him worthy of leaning his young head on the bosom of his Lord."
I HEAR IT YET.
I hear it yet, that bugle-note,
Far down our peaceful valley float;
And 'tis the self-same mournful blast
They blew the very day
My love upon me look'd his last,
And went away.
Again it peals—so wild a strain
Were fitter for the battle-plain:
Alas! 'tis thence indeed it comes,
Mix'd with the cannon's roar,
And maddening shouts, and deafening drums,
Heard evermore!
No marvel they should haunt me still,
In sadness, wander where I will,
These notes, to love's last deep adieu,
So closely, darkly bound:
No marvel if all senses grew
Absorbed in sound.
wo! his was a bloody bed!
With Spain's far earth beneath his head,
Not one to watch by him, and mourn,
Not one to say, farewell!
But that heart-breaking bugle-horn,
And battle's swell!
Kennedy.