---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Curtis, Theo. E.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 12
number: 10
published: 1909-08
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Theo. E. Curtis, "Hush, My Heart," *Improvement Era* 12, no. 10 (August 1909): 788–790.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12010unse
  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: improvementera12010unse
start_page: 788
end_page: 790
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1909-08)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12010unse
  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.
---

# Hush, My Heart

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problems and character are not understood and handled by any
precedent established     in   other missions.           Therefore, there needs
be no surprise on the part of the saint when told that service no
longer and sacrifice no greater than that ordinarily given by our
missionaries in even the hardest of other missions is not very pro-
ductive,   and unless   this mission        can have work and workers pro.
portionate to its needs,       it   will   remain   in   swaddling clothes and
slumber in its cradle   indefinitely.        Therefore, if all who now have,
and all who may hereafter form, relations with the Japan Mission,
will keep these points in mind and hold them with the earnestness

with which they are given, the future need not repeat the history
of the past   — a history of premature releases.            And if these words
are taken to heart and carried out in good faith, from now on, our
sacrifice of both means    and time and dear associations for the re-
demption of this nation        will   be sufficient in the eyes of the Lord,
and he will add blessings and help hitherto unknown among us.

Tokyo, June 2, 1909.

                       HUSH, MY HEART.
                        (For the Improvement Era.)

                                       Words and Music by Theo. E. Curtis.

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