--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Anderson, Edward H. 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: 'Edward H. Anderson, "Youth to Springtime," *Improvement Era* 6, no. 5 (March 1903): 332.' 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: 332 end_page: 332 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. --- # Youth to Springtime 832 IMPROVEMENT ERA. valuable animals on which the well-being of several families de- pended; and when I think of the misery and loss entailed upon the owners of these buffaloes, and recall the satisfaction exhibited by those who had suffered in consequence of the heavy toll that this tiger had been levying on them from week to week, I am satisfied that its destruction was necessary, and feel that in ridding the jungles of this tyrant, I was amply compensated for all the risk and expense that its death had entailed upon me. YOUTH TO SPRINGTIME. Tell me not of toil and trouble; Sing me gambols of the gay. Know that care is but a bubble That must burst on life-time's May. Lead me out where fragrant roses Lift their petals to the sky; Where the wild-flower sweet reposes, And the brooklets murmur by. Let them have, who wish to take it, Melancholy's dismal plight; Know that life is what we make it, Fair as day or dark as night. Hold my hand, loved Spring, and lead me On thy paths devoid of strife; As we wander, daily feed me With the sweets of youth and life!—E. H. Anderson.