---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Kohlberg, William J.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 10
number: 8
published: 1907-06
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'William J. Kohlberg, "Not Seeing, but Believing," *Improvement Era* 10, no. 8 (June 1907): 585.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera108unse
  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: improvementera108unse
start_page: 585
end_page: 585
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1907-06)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera108unse
  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.
---

# Not Seeing, but Believing

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NOT SEEING, BUT BELIEVING. LThis poem has received favorable commendation in wards and stakes where Elder William J. Kohlberg has recited it.He says it was presented to bim in time of trial, by a German sister, after he embraced the gospel.— Editors.] The clouds hang heavy round my way, I cannot see; But through the darkness I believe God leadeth me. 'Tis sweet to keep my hand in his While all is dim; To close my weary, aching eyes, And follow him. Through many a thorny path he leads My tired feet; Through many a path of tears I go. But it is sweet To know that he is close to me. My God, my Guide, He leadeth me; and so 1 walk Quite satisfied. To my blind eyes he may reveal No light at all; But while I lean on his strong arm, I cannot fall!
