---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Horne, Henry E.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 8
number: 2
published: 1904-12
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Henry E. Horne, "In Memoriam: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 8, no. 2 (December 1904): 98.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0802unse
  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: improvementera0802unse
start_page: 98
end_page: 98
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1904-12)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0802unse
  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.
---

# In Memoriam: A Poem

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—

                            IN    MEMORIAM.

                When Joseph in his prison cell
                  For Christ a worthy martyr lay,
                A sudden light from heaven fell,
                  His midnight agony to stay;
                And failing ears heard seraph choirs,
                  And clouded eyes rejoiced to see
                Angelic hosts above the spires
                  Of new Jerusalem to be.

               Then once again his people trod
                  With bleeding feet the wilderness,
               And found a refuge, under God,
                 From cruel foes so pitiless,
               Where Ensign's tow'ring peak doth rise
                 An emblem of his spirit fled,
               And saline waters symbolize
                  The tears the persecuted shed.

                His memory today we praise,
                  And laud his       ever-blessed name,
                Whom God did from his fellows raise,
                  Christ's second coming to        proclaim.
                The wild world goes its own dark way,
                  Nor heeds Evangelism restored;
                But, as our Prophet taught, we pray,
                  And wait the advent of the Lord.

                0! Prophet Martyr, lead us still,
                  In spirit, through the troubled years,
                Across life's mountains strewn with ill,
                  And down its valleys dark with fears.
                Till death and sin     and sorrow end,
                  And earth beholds thy face again,
                When Jesus and his saints descend
                  In everlasting joy to reign.
                                                    Henry E. HorNe.
Old Castle, Leadville, N.    S.   W., Australia.