Autumn: A Poem

26 IMPROVEMENT ERA. native land yet, and I, her son, feel as if you, my friends, were part of my kin. My heart goes out towards this great nation,where the gospel has found so many noble men and women, and where I feel there are many yet who are looking for more of the truth than they can find in the conflicting creeds of the day." He spoke to them briefly of the restoration of the gospel by angel visits to the Prophet Joseph Smith, and then closed by bearing his testimony. The rain was falling faster now, and at the close of Elder Donaldson's brief prayer of dismissal the people hurriedly dispersed. There was no chance to give out any literature in such weath- er, so the men walked homeward in the rain, which now came pelting down. For a while Elder Dean was so unconscious of it that he failed to raise his umbrella. "Elder Dean," said his companion, "it seems to me that you are not only wet over, but wet through. Put up your umbrella." "It was glorious," replied the other, as he did what he was told. "And. dear brother, I (vant to keep not only wet overall the time, but wet through and through." (to be continued.) Salt Lake City, Utah. AUTUMN. {For the Improvement Era.) Vibrates the air with a singular thrill Fairies and brownies ar^ roaming at will Purling and winding, the rills run below; Above, the sun sheds an ambient glow O'er mountain and valley, cascade and stream; Dallies sweet nature as if in a dream. 'Twixt summer and winter, she scarcely knows how To adorn her proud form or garland her brow. Lo she has chosen her robe is of brown, ! ; With festoons of crimson and thistle-down. Golden her crown, while emeralds are seen — Peeping forth from her tresses beautiful queen Breathless we gaze; e'en the trees at her call Tremble and flutter, and let their leaves fall To weave her a rug of exquisite design, To spread from the sea to the odorous pine, Where sometimes she sits over-looking the land, And beats back the storms with her magical wand. Salt Lake City, Utah. Ruth M. Fox.