---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - James Whitcomb Riley
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 5
number: 10
published: 1902-08
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'James Whitcomb Riley, "Just Be Glad," *Improvement Era* 5, no. 10 (August 1902): 783.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0510unse
  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: improvementera0510unse
start_page: 783
end_page: 783
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1902-08)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0510unse
  publication_year: 1902
  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 1902, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Just Be Glad

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                    THE CASTLE BUILDER.                             783

two men sat by the table, the young man talking, the old man in-
tently listening. At last Harald paused.
     "What do you think of it, father?"
     The old man pushed back the stool on which he had been sit-
ting, arose to his feet and said:
     "Thank God, thank God, the truth has come at last. My son,
what you have been telling me is the everlasting truth of God. I
have waited for it many, many years, and now it has come and    —
you, my son, have brought it."
    The man sank down on his knees by the table, as if overcome.
Harald kneeled beside him, and put   his arm around his shoulder.

Then the father prayed as Harald had never heard him pray before.
He poured out his whole heart in words of gratitude, and Harald's
soul said amen to every uttered word.
     All that night, they lay in their bed and talked.       Sleep fled
from their eyes until the morning. Then they dozed for a short
time.  That day the father could not work; and when Harald pre-
pared to return home, the father gathered up his tools, locked the
cabin door, and went home with him.
     "We'll see about this," he said.    "Harald, you    may send for
Elder Oisen as soon as you wish."
                          (To be conitnued.)




                         JUST BE GLAD.

             Oh, heart of mine, we shouldn't worry so!
             What we've missed of calm we couldn't have, you know!
               What we've met of stormy pain,
               And of sorrow's driving rain,
               We can better meet again,
                    If it blow.


             For, we know, not every morrow, can be sad;
             So, forgetting all the sorrow we have had,
               Let us fold away our fears,
               And put by our foolish tears.
               And, through all the coming years,
                   Just be glad. James Whitcomb Riley    •