---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Ashworth, Livingston C.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 6
number: 4
published: 1903-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Livingston C. Ashworth, "Among the Boulders," *Improvement Era* 6, no. 4 (February 1903): 255.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0604unse
  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: improvementera0604unse
start_page: 255
end_page: 255
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1903-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0604unse
  publication_year: 1903
  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 1903, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Among the Boulders

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THE "MORMON" DOCTRINE OF DEITY. 255
Van Der Donckt has rushed into this discussion without being
sufficiently informed concerning the doctrines upon which he un-
dertakes to animadvert?
[The closing paper of Elder Roberts, being too long for insertion in
one number of the Era, has been divided, and the second division will
appear in the March issue.—Editors.]
AMONG THE BOULDERS.
FOR THE ERA, BY LIVINSTON C ASHWORTH.
Beneath this jutting crag, pond'rous and steep,
Where narrow room scarce serves
For human entrance, cautiously I creep,
And scorn my timid nerves.
How dreadful this rock hangs! in such fine poise
Held to the mountain-side,
As if, in mid-descent, some mighty Voice
A sudden Halt! had cried.
Oh, keen delight! a few brief hours to steal
From worldly jars and shocks,
To wander 'mid their dwellings, and to feel
The spirit of the rocks.
To clamber to their moss-decked summits—there,
Lying in careless length,
To lay one's hands upon them, and to share
Their patience and their strength.
Huge masses! relics of an age unknown,
Rough-tumbled heap on heap.
That from yon heights once torn came crashing down
With many a fearful leap.