Don’t Complain
Improvement Era, vol. 12, no. 9, July 1909, p. 712
Mitton, Sarah E.
712 1MPR0VEMEN1 ERA.
The other one looked around him "Since happiness is found In other people's gardens Why not within my grounds?" He dug and plowed and planted, And with much careful toil Where it was rough and stony, Enriched each inch of soil, Until with crowded blossoms The little spot o'erran "How simple 'tis," the owner cried, "To be a happy man!" — From Elders Journal. 1
Logan, Utah.
DON'T COMPLAIN. {For the Improvement Era.)
If the way be rough or rugged, don't complain.
Think how other feet have struggled heights to gain. Other hearts have ached and bled; Other lips for help have pled; Turn not back but look a head, Don't complain.
If the day with mists is dreary, don't complain; Azure skies the brighter glisten, after rain. Oft with sigh and sob and tear, Wait we through the night so drear, For the day-dawn bright and clear: Don't complain.
Or should night-fall find you weary, don't complain; Some bright angel lingers near and lisps your name. Every grief makes heaven dearer, Every evening brings you nearer To a vision fairer, clearer: Don't complain. Paradise, Utah. Sarah E. Mitton