---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Knox
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 2
number: 7
published: 1899-05
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Knox, "Time: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 2, no. 7 (May 1899): 512.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera27unse
  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: improvementera27unse
start_page: 512
end_page: 512
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1899-05)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera27unse
  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.
---

# Time: A Poem

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512                          IMPROVEMENT ERA.

whole lump   —the earth      will   be   filled   with the truth, and thus
will   God be   glorified.

                                    TIME.

                                —away—away:
                 Time speeds away
                 Another hour—another day
                 Another month—another year
                Drop from us like the leaflets sear;
                Drop like the life-blood from our hearts;
                The rose-bloom from the cheek departs,
                The tresses from the temples fall,
                The eye grows dim and strange to all.

                Time speeds away    — away—away:
                Like torrent in a stormy day,
                He undermines the stately tower,
                Uproots the tree, and saps the flower;
                And sweeps from our distracted breast
                The friends that loved   —the friends that   bless'd:
                And leaves us weeping on the shore.
                To which they can return no more.

                                    —
                Time speeds away away away:  —
                No eagle through the skies of day.
                No wind along the hills can flee
                So swiftly or so smooth as he.
                Like fiery steed —from stage to stage
                He bears us on   —from youth to age;
                Then plunges in the fearful sea
                Of fathomless Eternity.
                                                        Knox.