The Angel's Song: A Poem

PRESIDENT YOUNG'S TRIP TO BEAR LAKE VALLEY. 303 Be sure that you do not let your little children go away from this settlement to herd cattle or sheep, but keep them at home. Send them to school; neither suffer them to wander in the mountains. When the brethren go into the moun- tains after timber, instead of going alone and unarmed, let a few go together and labor together to assist each other in times of difficulty. If you go alone, you may be left to perish. The brethren may argue that the Lord is all sufficient to take care of them, but do you know what faith is, and do you feel the labor and the responsibility that is upon you to help yourself and others? When you are in imminent danger, do you exercise faith to preserve yourself and friends from the vengeance of deadly enemies? If you do not, get this yourself, you will then know what the labor is. Three of our brethren went out on the lake yesterday, in a small boat. The wind began to blow from the south. Had it not been for the faith of their brethren, and their own exertions, verv likely, they would have been drowned, or would have drifted to the opposite side of the lake, and starved to death, or suffered greatly before help could have reached them. They were reckless, and uncon- cerned, and apparently their lives are of no worth in their own estimation. It is our duty to preserve our lives as long as possible. Fathers, take warning, numerous thieves have been raised on the herd grounds around our settlements. Some of them go to California, and others suffer the vengeance oJ an outraged law. Keep your children in school, and let every father and mother make their homes so interesting that their children will never want to leave it. Make your houses and homes pleasant with foliage and beautiful gardens, with the fragrance and variegated color=» of flowers, and fruit blossoms, and, above all, teach them always to remember that God must be in all our thoughts, and that from him pro- ceeds every good thing. President Heber C. Kimball, George A. Smith and John Tay- lor followed the president in much the same strain, and t'le meet- ing was dismissed by prayer, Brother George A. Smith being mouth. Salt Lake City, Utah. THE

ANGEL'S SONG. (For the Improvement Era.) In early, happy childhood. My heart o'erflowed with feelinga I climbed the flowery hill; Of joy ne'er known before, The summer sun shone brightly, I gazed far up in heaven The sweet, June air was still, While music floated o'er; When from a choir of angels Methought the choir of angels Came melody's sweet thrill. Revealed the shining shore.