--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Williams, Grace collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 14 number: 9 published: 1911-07 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Grace Williams, "“God Is Just”: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 14, no. 9 (July 1911): 799.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1409unse 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: improvementera1409unse start_page: 799 end_page: 799 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1911-07) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1409unse 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. --- # “God Is Just”: A Poem PEN PICTURES OF THE HOLY LAND. 799 For those who are interested in classic mythology and archaeology, and who desire to live for a time in the glory of the past, Athens is the ideal place. Here, above any other city in the world, are the ruins of the classic age, and to this place, the Queen of the Greek world, must one come to gratify this desire. University of Utah. "God is Just." Sometimes, when day stalks over the lea, It brings a burden of woes to me— A load of sorrow, and pain and care, That seems almost greater than I can bear. And as I struggle along the road, Reeling and fainting beneath my load, A spirit of evil arising in me, Whispers, "God is not just, or this would not be!" But when shy night steals over the plain, Singing her low, sweet, soothing strain, Softly and gently my burden of woes Slips off, and I sink into sweet repose. Then I recall how in mercy and love God sends untold blessings to me from above, 'Til my heart fills with rapture and I feel that I must Proclaim to the world that indeed "God is just." Grace Williams. Rexburg, Idaho.