--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Hoggan, Leila Marler collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 14 number: 6 published: 1911-04 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Leila Marler Hoggan, "Eventide," *Improvement Era* 14, no. 6 (April 1911): 489.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1406unse 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: improvementera1406unse start_page: 489 end_page: 489 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1911-04) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1406unse publication_year: 1911 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 1911, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Eventide THE CROWN OF INDIVIDUALITY. 489 help; flight — never. Our environment is so largely the radiation of our individuality that we can never truly desert it. Running away from life is merely — a coward's useless alibi. (The closing chapter in this series, "The Dark Valley of Pros- perity," will appear in the May number of the Era; and the first chapter of Little Problems of Married Life, will appear in the June number.) Eventide. (For the Improvement Era.) By the willows in the meadow, where the brooklet murmurs low, They had said their words of parting, words of sadness, years ago. "I am going, little sweetheart, to win fame and fortune fair." Then he kissed the pretty maiden, weeping in the morning there. REFRAIN. Ambition is born of the morning. The battle is fought in the day, In the twilight the wounds are attended And the tears are all kissed away. So await for the twilight, my darling, 'Til the twilight, oh sweetheart, abide; For after the dawn is the day, love, And then comes the eventide. Long and bravely did he struggle, f ^r the gifts he thought so rare, With success he was rewarded; fame and fortune were his share. Then his heart grew cold and heavy, long and dreary seemed the day; For the dearest gift of heaven, he had lightly thrown away. Sad and lone, at last he wandered, to the meadow o'er the lea, Bruised and bleeding, empty-hearted, in the twilight wandered he. Heaven then restored its best gift, answered was his piteous prayer, For he found the lovely woman, true and faithful, waiting there. Lella Marler Hoggan. Lewisvillb, Idaho.