---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Townsend, J. L.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 8
number: 12
published: 1905-10
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'J. L. Townsend, "Harvester, Look O’er the Harvest: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 8, no. 12 (October 1905): 902.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0812unse
  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: improvementera0812unse
start_page: 902
end_page: 902
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1905-10)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0812unse
  publication_year: 1905
  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 1905, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Harvester, Look O’er the Harvest: A Poem

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       HARVESTER, LOOK O'ER THE HARVEST.
                          A MISSIONARY HYMN-
                         (For the Improvement Era.)



                   Harvester, look o'er the harvest
                     Where the seed of life was sown!
                   Mid the tares there now is ripened
                    Golden grain that faith has grown,
                  Ere the tempest darkly lowers,
                     Warring elements at strife,
                  Harvester, look o'er the harvest,
                     Save the sheaves   — each precious        life!

                  Go ye out    into the nations,
                     Mid the fully ripened fields,
                  Where the Holy Spirit guideth,
                     Gather what the harvest yields.
                  Hasten, ere the precious moments
                    Shall have flown too fast away;
                  Harvester, look o'er the harvest,
                     Hasten in the sheaves to-day!

                  Gather them within the garner
                    God has made to save his own;
                  Ere his wrath and judgments falling
                    Overthrows each trembling throne;
                  There are fields ripe for the reaper,
                    There are fallow fields to glean,
                  Harvester, look o'er the harvest,
                     Lest thou leave a sheaf unseen.

                                                          J.   L.      Townsend.
Payson, Utah.