---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Kleinman, Bertha A.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 12
number: 5
published: 1909-03
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Kleinman, Bertha A., "Where All May Climb," *Improvement Era* 12, no. 5 (March 1909): 344.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1205unse
  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: improvementera1205unse
start_page: 344
end_page: 344
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1909-03)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1205unse
  publication_year: 1909
  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 1909, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Where All May Climb

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WHERE ALL MAY CLIMB-
(For the Improvement Era.)
There's a dazzling city they call Success,
And it stands in the sun's red glare,
Where the pilgrims of effort by strange ways press
To a stand on the proud heights there;
And close to the portals a messenger waits
To welcome all travelers to enter the gates.
Some ride to its shelter in purple array,
On paths where the storms never come,
With courtiers paving and strewing the way
Till all of the journey is done;
Who, standing aloof in the luxurious time,
Would tell us the summit is easy to climb.
Some long for its splendor, but stand back and weep,
In the midst of the weary throng,
Who sigh that the peaks are too dizzy and steep,
And the way of the journey too long;
Who long for the blossoming gardens of pow'r,
Yet weary of seeking their height, in an hour .
Some dash on their wav to this city of fame,
Who smilingly boast as they go
That no pinnacle there is too lofty an aim
For the arrow their wielding can throw;
Who, like unto Patheon — child of the sun —
Dash back to the earth ere the journey is done.
Some plod through the steeps where storms only descend,
Who, braving the rage of the gale,
Toil patiently on till life wears to its end,
And we say of their works, "They have failed."
Frail judges, we mortals, who measure and guess
At the souls that shall enter the world of Success.
Bertha A. Kleinman.
Salt Lake City, Utah.