--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Baggarley, Maud collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 9 number: 11 published: 1906-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Maud Baggarley, "The Impress of the Soul: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 9, no. 11 (September 1906): 869.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0911unse 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: improvementera0911unse start_page: 869 end_page: 869 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1906-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0911unse publication_year: 1906 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 1906, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # The Impress of the Soul: A Poem JASON'S REVENGE. 869 er. " Placing it on the coals, he started for a stroll among the dear old cliffs, to commune with the rugged solitude, and read of God in his ancient stony records. From a lofty point he looked down on the valley, the river, and the town, vhose housetops were visible above the trees. Down in the green canyon, on his right, a youth and maid were seated under the huge cottonwood,by the spring. They were talking, and seemed to be perfectly at ease. "Bless your days," thought the solitary onlooker, "it was you, Ophelia, who marshaled my powers, and set them to work; and from you, my dear Budd, I learned the blessedness of charity. My ' revenge be forgotten. Wandering back over the hills to a high k!Joll, he looked long and thoughtfully at the distant, desert haze. What a wonderful world, this that had been prepared for man! The very rocks and mountains seemed to speak — speak with a still voice — hark! The very stillness was singing and shouting the truth: "Live, son of man — live in action and diligence — 'Live by every word that proceedeth forth from the mouth of God' —brace all your strength to gain the mastery ' 'Nor stop, nor pause in thine eternal course, Faster and farther by each knowledge won Trace the Kolobian rays to their bright source, Pierce to the glories high beyond the sun." Grayson, Utah. THE IMPRESS OF THE SOUL. The work you are doing, day by day, Beareth the mark of the soul within, Proclaims to the world the man you are Through it, life's battle you lose or win. Oh, better your work were left undone, If you think of it ever with shame Remember that thou alone canst make A symbol of truth and worth — thy name. Maud Baggarley. Waterloo, Salt Lake City, Utah.