--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Young, Aretta collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 4 number: 5 published: 1901-03 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Aretta Young, "Students’ Parting Song to Karl G. Maeser," *Improvement Era* 4, no. 5 (March 1901): 377.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0405unse 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: improvementera0405unse start_page: 377 end_page: 377 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1901-03) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0405unse publication_year: 1901 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 1901, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Students’ Parting Song to Karl G. Maeser — — SUNSHINE. 377 est burns, think of the energy of thousands of sunny days that escapes the reach of man. Recognize in an unharnessed waterfall, the pitiful, great waste of sunshine. The story of sunshine is but begun. It is always so; that the things of our daily lives are the ones whose numberless relations make it impossible to deal with them fully in limited time and space. STUDENTS' PARTING SONG TO KARL G. MAESER. In' the grave, beloved teacher, Sadly now we lay thee low; But we cry to him the Mighty, "Where he goeth let us go He a meek and lowly teacher, Whom thou gavest for our day He the friend, the sage, the father, Whom thou taketh now away." In the school home where we knew thee. We must see thy vacant chair. But thy spirit shall be with us. We shall feel thy presence there; And thy words so fondly treasured. Like a halo to each life. Shall with us be lamps of wisdom. In the darkening days of strife. Thou hast pointed us to heaven. When our faltering feet have stayed; Through life's storm, oft come to guide us, When our faith through blindness strayed! Thou has poured the balm of healing. Into hearts that bled and broke; At thy touch of inspiration, Slumb'ring souls to life awoke. Though our drums now beat the death-march, Though the gift of tears we bring, Thy low bed now strewn with flowers. Yet this parting hath no sting. No, the grave shall not prove victor. Though today we mourn thee gone. Thou a Prince of Love Eternal, In our hearts hath found a throne. Brigham Young Academy, Aretta Young. Feb. 17, 1901.