---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Lind, Carl P.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 13
number: 4
published: 1910-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Lind, Carl P., "Hope On," *Improvement Era* 13, no. 4 (February 1910): 335.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1304unse
  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: improvementera1304unse
start_page: 335
end_page: 335
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1910-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1304unse
  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.
---

# Hope On


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THE CARLYLES AND THEIR HOUSE AT CHELSEA.                           335

commonplace    suitors   — did not at     first   respond to the wooing of
the strenuous-tongued German scholar, whose mind was now fo-
menting to produce the said Teufelsdrockh.            But further acquaint-
ance seeming to impress her with the great intellectual qualities
and the makings of the man       — whom she knew to be poor — and
Carlyle pressing his suit, they were ultimately married.

London, England.
[to be concluded.]

Hope On.

(Selected by Carl    P. Lind.)

Though black and angry clouds may rise,'
To hide the blue of summer skies
From strained and weary waiting eyes,
The sun will shine when clouds are gone.
And, when God's hand dispels the gloom,
The birds will sing, the flowers     will bloom,
Cheer up, faint heart, "hope on.''

Though steep the way and dark the night,
With ne'er a friendly ray of light,
And dim and feeble be the sight,
Yet happiness waits in the dawn.
There, just beyond the darkness,       lies

That sweet, sunlighted Paradise.
Be brave, poor heart, 'hope on."

For every heartache, every tear,
For every patient, struggling year,
For every sacrifice made here,
When heaven's mystic veil is drawn,
A rich reward, ten thousand fold,
Will come with happiness untold.
"Hope on, dear heart, hope on."