Obscurity

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number were assisted by the Perpetual Emigrating Fund, as the Saints in Zion this year put forth an extraordinary effort to gather out the Saints who had been faithful for longer periods of time. The last company of Scandinavian Saints which crossed the Atlan- tic with a sailing vessel this year suffered much on the voyage and

many died; this year also closed the crossing of the plains with oxen and wagons. During the year two new elders from Zion ar- rived and 1,017 were baptized.

Copenhagen, Denmark. [to be concluded in next number.]

OBSCURITY. (For the Improvement Era.)

Prize of earth, ye fields of springtime, acre-builders of the plain, Ye of kingly trust and stronghold, armied deep with hosts of grain — Thine a kingdom's wealth in keeping, But no less thy own fair reaping, Are the bloom among the furrows, straining upward thro' the rain.

Riches of the hills, ye harvests, triumphs of the Autumn days, Cradled in the pride of monarchs as thy sheaves amid the haze Thine the worth, yet 'mid thy teeming, One who utters not the meaning, Turns to gold the frailest tendrils 'mong the tassels of the maize.

Giants of the timbers rearing, chieftains ye of primal birth, Lifting your coeval ensign 'mid the forests of the earth. Thine the might that storms may sever, But enduring and forever, Are the creeping, spreading lichens, clinging to thy fallen worth.

Martyrs, 'mid the world's vast tumult, heroes of mediaeval lore, Beacons ye that gild the causeways for a million hosts and more; Ye the light on fame's broad pages, But the breath that moves the ages, Is the echo of a faith-note tuned forever to endure. Bertha A. Kleinman. Salt Lake City, Utah.