---
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: 8
number: 1
published: 1904-11
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Days Like These: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 8, no. 1 (November 1904): 22.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0801unse
  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: improvementera0801unse
start_page: 22
end_page: 22
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1904-11)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0801unse
  publication_year: 1904
  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 1904, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Days Like These: A Poem

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22                           IMPRO VEMENT ERA

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..