--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Sarah E. Pearson collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 7 number: 1 published: 1903-11 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Sarah E. Pearson, "You Can Always Trust Mother. A Poem", *Improvement Era* 7, no. 1 (November 1903): 17–18.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0701unse 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: improvementera0701unse start_page: 17 end_page: 18 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1903-11) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0701unse 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. --- # You Can Always Trust Mother. A Poem FISHERMAN KNUTE'S CHRISTMAS GIFT. 17 woman. You do not chide me, you do not even scold, but awaken me with a loving touch." "Yes, love is stronger than all things, Knute. If love will not help you, nothing else can. My love, Knute, my love will help you to make a man of yourself yet, will it not? Tell me it will!" "Through the grace of God, it will," said he. He took her down to the boat, and they sailed home to- gether. And hope again dared to peep out from its place of hiding. (to be concluded in DECEMBER NUMBER.) YOU CAN ALWAYS TRUST MOTHER. BY SARAH E. PEARSON. [For the Improvement Era.] Out in the world with its untried joy, Its triumphs, pleasures and pains, You are eager to enter the fray, my boy, And share in its glittering gains. Strong in youth, in faith and in health, my boy, You smile as you enter its strife; You taste the elixir without the alloy Old experience offers to life. And yet, don't forget, in the whirl and fret Of the strenuous life of the man, There's a true heart beating for you, my boy, Which never will change nor can. Unselfish type of our Father's love Which yields the palm to no other; Whatever the failure or grief or care, You can safely trust your mother. 18 IMPROVEMENT ERA. Her pride and joy is your honor, my boy, Her hope is your happiness; But if sorrow and care early silver your hair. She'll love you none the less. Though her cheek may be withered, her footstep slow, Growing dim those eyes of blue. Yet they have grown old in your service, you know. She would give her heart's blood for you. For love sharpens the wits and steadies the hand, And strengthens the judgment true; And lends a sort of second sight To those faded eyes of blue; Ah, the Autumn of life, brings the seed time of faith, Which bloomtime can never bring; And her prayers are most often for you, my boy, And her thoughts most around you cling. So, trust your mother, for never another Will love you just as she Who bore, and guarded and guided you, And your baby prayers heard at her knee. Oh, be tender as well as brave, my boy. And thoughtful as well as gay; 'Twill smooth her path to the grave, my boy, And be balm to your heart alway. And so, don't forget, in the whirl and fret Of the strenuous life of the man. There's a true heart beating for you, my boy. Which never will change, nor can. Unselfish type of our Father's love Which yields the palm to no other; Whatever the failure or grief or care, You can always trust your mother.