Days Like These: A Poem
Improvement Era, vol. 8, no. 1, November 1904, p. 22
Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
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the General arose, with the letter in his hand, and looked at it a moment without opening it, and then said, with deep emotion: "It contains the news of the death of my father." He sat down and, with the letter in his hand, the lion-hearted little man burst into silent weeping, the tears flowing down his face in a stream. Those who witnessed this affecting scene bowed their heads to hide the sympathetic tears which had arisen to their eyes. It would be an ungracious omission if an appropriate mention
were not made of the widow of Elder Empey. She has the sympathy in her bereavement, of a host of friends. She has been a model wife to her husband. The couple were as one in the true sense of the term. Like her husband, she is sympathetic to an unusual degree, and a host of people are aware of the practical evidence she has given in that direction, her labors in behalf of the needy having been constant and successful.
Salt Lake City, Utah.
DAYS LIKE THESE. I like the tangled brakes and briers,
The hazy smoke of forest fires; The misty hills' soft robe of brown. The ravished fields' regretful frown The wrinkled road's unconscious snare. The free, unbreathed and fragrant air. I like the wide, unworried sky,
The resting wind's contented sigh; The rustle of the vagrant leaves. The whisper in the standing sheaves; The bud's lament for summer lost. The stinging challenge of the frost. The sturdy life of stalwart trees Thrills in my veins on days like these. — Selected..