---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Haddock, Lon. J.
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: 'Lon. J. Haddock, "Tell Her Now," *Improvement Era* 12, no. 10 (August 1909): 808.'
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: 808
end_page: 808
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.
---

# Tell Her Now

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                            TELL HER NOW.

                          {For the Improvement Era.)

      Do you veil ht=r that you love her; do you take her in your arms,
        As when sweethearts you first clasped her to your breast?
      And vowed that you would shield her from the world and its alarms,
         As trembling lips to hers you fondly pressed?
      Do you fondle and caress her now you know that she is true?
        Do you gently brush the hair back from her brow,
      And look into her dear eyes as those days you used to do,
        Say, brother, do you ever do that now?

      When the cares of life are bringing pencil tracings to her brow
        When sorrow lays its burden on her heart,
      Do you set her soul a singing as you alone know how,
        And bid her gruesome spectre fears depart?
      You sometimes brought her flowers in those distant, happy days,
        E'er yet your lips had framed the marriage vow;
      And you sat away the hours by the cheery parlor blaze,
        Say, brother, do you ever do that now?

      Was ever mortal happier, or ever world more fair,
        Than when by the altar you stood side by side,
      And vowed that you would cherish and protect her from all care,
        As you proudly turned and kissed your blushing bride?
      Aye, time perhaps hath changed her!            She hath felt its blighting hand,
        And that you have not escaped you will allow
      But that nothing hath estranged her make her clearly understand,
        Tell her o'er the same old tale and— Do it Now!

      Ah,   women suffer mucn because they love so much, and men
        Unthinking seal the fountains of the heart,
      And injure not themselves alone, but those they love most, when
        They thus withhold from life the better part.
      Go, take her in your arms again, and see her quick response
        As the pleased love-flush mantles to her brow;
      Then put it off no longer, brother, go to her at once,
        And tell her that you love her   — Do   it   Now
                                                                   Lon J. Haddock,
Salt Lake City, Utah.