---
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: 10
number: 4
published: 1907-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Baggarley, Maud, "Night: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 10, no. 4 (February 1907): 289.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1004unse
  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: improvementera1004unse
start_page: 289
end_page: 289
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1907-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1004unse
  publication_year: 1907
  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 1907, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Night: A Poem

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WHAT THE CLOCK SAYS. 289
Thus they are rolled to the various spheres,
From the caldron of months to the cistern of year«.
And time, like a mountain as firm as a rock,
Is built with the seconds that fall from the clock.
Prestige, renown, character, fame,
The zenith of mind, the strength of a name,
Are bought with these nuggets or won by your tears,
That you turn to the days, and the months, and the'year*.
Each shy little moment you pass with a frown
Puts a stone in the way, and a void in your crown.
T. B. Curtis.
Salt Lake City, Utah.

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NIGHT.
'
{For the Improvement Era.)
When the Day-God hath journeyed afar.
In his splendor of purple and gold; ;,
When his; chariot wheels of fire
Through the gates of the west are rolled—
She Cometh,'her censer swinging;
She Cometh—softly singing
—
Night, in her robes of peace.
Rest to the earth-world bringing.
Lovingly lingering on mountains majestic;
Slowly straying by quiet streams;
She behold?, at her coming, the Day-God departing.
Night—the goddess of dreams
!
At her feet sweet flowers springing.
Above her the nightingale singing-
Night, in her robes of peace.
Rest to the earth-world bringing.
The Wind-God a lover insistent,
Layeth his lyre at her feet.
The roar of the ocean, the murmur of forest?,
He blends into symphonies sweet.
The wind a love-song is singing.
Earth with music is ringing, .
. \
While Night, in robes of peace, . ,
.
Rest to the world is bringing.
Maud Bag<;aruby.
Salt Lake City, Utah.