--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Collier’s Weekly collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 3 number: 11 published: 1900-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Collier’s Weekly, "Pilgrims," *Improvement Era* 3, no. 11 (September 1900): 815.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera311unse 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: improvementera311unse start_page: 815 end_page: 815 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1900-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera311unse publication_year: 1900 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 1900, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Pilgrims PILGRIMS. 815 their home the good news of the success the mission had met with in raising good crops and in having maintained peace with the Indians. They arrived in Utah during the latter part'of the month, and found the people very much excited over the news of the approach of Johnston's Army, which had been received a few weeks before their return. (to be concluded in OCTOBER NUMBER.) PILGRIMS. There's but the meagre crust, Love, There's but the measured cup; On scanty fare we breakfast, On scanty fare we sup. Yet be not thou discouraged, Nor falter on the way, Since Wealth is for a life, Love, And Want is for a day. Our shelter may be rude. Love; We feel the chilling dew And shiver in the darkness Which steadfast stars shine through, Yet shall we reach our palace, And there in daylight stay, Since Home is for a life, Love, And Travel for a day. The heart may sometimes ache, Love, The eyes grow dim with tears; Slow creep the hours of sorrow, Slow beats the pulse of fears. Yet, patience with the evil, For though the good delay. Yet Joy is for a life. Love, And Pain is for a day. Collier's Weekly.