---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Campbell, Thomas
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 2
number: 8
published: 1899-06
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Campbell, Thomas, "The Evening Star: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 2, no. 8 (June 1899): 597.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera28unse
  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: improvementera28unse
start_page: 597
end_page: 597
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1899-06)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera28unse
  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.
---

# The Evening Star: A Poem

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EARLY SCENES AND INCIDENTS IN THE CHURCH.                            597

them, and they finally sanctified and brought into the celestial glory,
where tears will be wiped from the faces, and sighing and sorrowing flee away!
     May the Lord preserve you from evil and reward you richly
for all your afliictions, and crown you in his kingdom. Amen.
     Accept, as ever, assurances of the fellowship and esteem of
your unworthy brother in the Gospel.

                       THE EVENING STAR.

                Star, that brlngest home the bee,
                And sett'st the weary laborer free!
                If any star shed peace, 'tis thou,
                   That send'st it from above,
                Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow
                   Are sweet as her's we love.

                 Come to the luxuriant skies,
                Whilst the landscape's odors rise,
                Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard.
                   And songs, when toil is done,
                 From cottages whose smoke unstirrd
                   Curls yellow in the sun.

                 Star of Love's soft interviews.
                 Parted lovers on the muse;
                 Their remembrances in Heaven
                   Of thrilling vows thou art,
                 Too delicious to be riven
                   By absence from the heart.
                                                     Thomas Campbell.