--- 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: 13 number: 3 published: 1910-01 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Curtis, Theo. E., "The Dream of Wealth," *Improvement Era* 13, no. 3 (January 1910): 224.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1303unse 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: improvementera1303unse start_page: 224 end_page: 224 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1910-01) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1303unse publication_year: 1910 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 1910, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # The Dream of Wealth . 224 IMPRO VEMENT ERA exemplary life and his gracious words. True, there are disagree- ments about dogmas, and practices, yet those nations which have come nearest to the ideals of Christianity have made -the most wondrous achievements, notwithstanding the drawbacks of apos- tasy. And if so much has been accomplished by the world in its what wonders cannot be expected when millions shall fallen state, have become members of the Church of Christ, which has now returned from the wilderness? Forest Dale, Utah. The Dream of Wealth. {For the Improvement Era.) 'Twas only a dream of a yesternight, But a warning dream in the dawn of light: I sat in the halls of fame, endowed With a hand that ruled and a host that bowed. My right hand grasped my wealth untold, My left, my faith new-born, but old. But my soul grew faint in that regal chair, For the burden was greater than I could bear. So I flung my faith at my feet, at length, For my gold cried out for all my strength; And the voice of greed rang loud in my ear, With a tone of pride and a touch of fear: "What would you do, if you lost your gold, With its train of attendants manifold, The pomp of power, the smile of fate, The homage of penury and the state?" But an answer came to that voice of greed: ' 'So many and many a noble deed Not done; if the heart, a slave, were freed, You could serve your God, a still voice saith. But, oh, what would you do if you lost your faith?" Theo. E. Curtis. Salt Lake City, Utah.