--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Kohlberg, William J. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 12 number: 11 published: 1909-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'William J. Kohlberg, "Till Lo, Behold," *Improvement Era* 12, no. 11 (September 1909): 866.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12011unse 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: improvementera12011unse start_page: 866 end_page: 866 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1909-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12011unse 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. --- # Till Lo, Behold 866 IMFRuVhMEM ERA. to the Turk. And in that event, the author of this history feels degraded by the reflection that the humble governor of an obscure state stands a fair chance like Pilate and Herod, by their official Where the "Mormons" Ferried Across the Missouri. connection with the true religion, of being dragged down to pos- terity with an immortal name hitched to the name of a miserable imposter. There may be those whose ambition would lead them to desire an immortal name in hist >ry even in chose humble terms. I am not of that number." Peoria, 111., April 12, 1847. Salt Lake City, Utah. TILL LO, BEHOLD! Down, down upon the bounding deep, Our little bark was tossing high: The last lone star within the sweep Was sinking in a deeper sky Out, out, without a single star; I cried within that awful night "0 3ay, what friend in the afar Will be henceforth our beacon light?' Up, up, I gazed with eager eyes, When all our works seemed but a loss, Till lo, behold in distant skies There rose the splendor of the Cross Salt Lake City, Utah.