---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Alder, Lydia D.
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: 'Lydia D. Alder, "To the Rhine: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 8, no. 12 (October 1905): 933–934.'
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: 933
end_page: 934
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.
---

# To the Rhine: A Poem

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AN INCIDENT AND ITS LESSON.                               933

side of the house, and it was with difficulty that he could talk.
His surroundings were among the crudest, and he had not the com-
fort of a bed nor of tender care.         After supper he sent for us to
come to him, as he wanted to mihi to us.              We went to him, and I
shall never forget the incident, or the        man, a helpless invalid per-
forming thib little ceremony to us who were strangers. His delight
at our reply and at our pleasure in hearing him was something to
remember.        I   marveled at his patience and fortitude, and it was
borne home to me, the gratitude that I should feel to our Father
in   heaven for      his blessings to me, and       to all     who   are enjoying
health and strength.
        The Maori people have many peculiar and interesting customs
and ceremonies which time and space forbid mentioning at present.
This incident        made such an impression on me that               it   occurred
to     me to write it, so that others might           profit   by the lesson     it

teaches.
       Kopu, Thames, N. Z.




                               TO THE RHINE.


                         (For the Improvement Era.)



                         0, 'tis a holy rapture,
                             A touch of the divine,
                          That thrills one with emotion,
                            While gazing on the Rhine.
                          An ideal most transcending,
                             Long filled this heart of mine-
                          The real is entrancing,
                             The floating on the Rhine.

                          There is a something whispers,
                            Beholding beauty thine,

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934                   IMPROVEMENT ERA.

                    Of other days forgotten,
                      Before the dawn of Time.
                    There is a sadness, sweetness,
                      My soul cannot define;
                    It seems it ne'er was 'wakened,

                      Till   touched by thee, 0, Rhine.

                   The azure clouds above thee,
                     'Neath them the sweeping pine;
                   And sunshine on thy waters,
                      So fair art thou, 0, Rhine.
                   It seems strange    mem'ries thrill me,
                      That whisper things sublime;
                   A boundless love o'erfills me,
                      Beside thee, gentle Rhine!

                   Is there a myst'ry hidden,

                     That e'er makes thee repine?
                   Or is it that lost spirits
                     Brood over thee, 0, Rhine?
                   The dark'ning clouds descending,
                     Of ligh!; leave but a line,
                   That makes thy heaving bosom
                     So beautiful, 0, Rhine!

                   And so, I fain would leave thee,
                     While yet the sun rays shine,
                   And highten e'en to glory
                     The waters of the Rhine.
                   This scene, a treasured mem'ry,
                     Where light and shadow twine;
                   Transparent, restless, glist'ning,
                     0, beautiful, the Rhine.
                                                   Lydia D. Alder.
  Leipzig, 1904.
