Today

412 IMPROVEMENT ERA.

little more than eight hundred miles? These two cars left their tracks in a strip of country that has been "a hiss and a by- word." They cannot be erased. They may serve as a stamp of growth. It is as impossible to forecast what may follow, as it is to tell the course of the roots of that quaint pine on a rocky peak. Pioneers have always builded better than they knew.

Kanab, Utah.

To Day. (For the Improvement Era.)

Why are we wistfully shaking our heads, And sighing for days that are o'er, Speaking of joys that are long ago past As if they could never be more? If in our world things are going awry, Nature has changed not, but men; We are to blame for the sighs and the tears, God is the same now as then.

Trouble is oft what we make for ourselves, Sorrow a thing we create, Hugging the burden we might cast aside, Despairingly talking of Fate; If we are men, let us live out the past. Problems were made but to face, The more we endure the greater the joy, When we get to the end of the race.

"Onward!" the motto, not sighing for aye For the shadowy age of gold, Of that which shall be in a far-distant age, Or that was in the good days of old: Brothers, the time that is given us is now, Our part in life's game we must play, Be content, and remember for you and for me The most glorious tima is To Day. Harry A. Jame;