---
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 Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 6
number: 5
published: 1903-03
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "My Own," *Improvement Era* 6, no. 5 (March 1903): 340.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0605unse
  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: improvementera0605unse
start_page: 340
end_page: 340
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1903-03)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0605unse
  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.
---

# My Own

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340 IMPROVEMENT ERA.
the Lord shall be established in the top of the mountains, ami it shall
be exalted above the hills; and people shall flow unto it. And many
nations shall come, and 'say, Come, and let us go up to the mountain of
the Lord, and to the house of the God of Jacob; and he will teach us
of his ways, and we will walk in his paths: for the law shall go forth
of Zion, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.—Micah 4; 1, 2.
MY OWN.
I love him, for he's always kind;
I love him for his noble mind.
His voice ne'er gives a tone of fret,
Discouraged wail, nor e'en regret.
Each day he makes the best of life,
Seeks happiness, but never strife.
A happy heart, the dower given '
To him I love—a gift from heaven.
Methinks the cloud with silver lining
Through his dear heart is ever shining;
For he finds joy the livelong day;
' God knows it is a tappy way.
What wonder then that I, his wife,
For his love breathe thanks each day of life?
No matter that the dark days come,
He finds a hope and brings it home—
Instead of sorrow evermore,
To one who waits witin the door
For the loving clasp of that strong arm
That ever shields her safe from harm.
His smile is sunshine, love and gold,
Such love as never does grow old.
His thorough worth none e'er denies.
God bless my love!   I won the prize.—Selected.