---
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, Theodore E.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 14
number: 10
published: 1911-08
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Theodore E. Curtis, "Hark: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 14, no. 10 (August 1911): 912.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera14010unse
  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: improvementera14010unse
start_page: 912
end_page: 912
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1911-08)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera14010unse
  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.
---

# Hark: A Poem

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912 IMPRO VEMENT ERA. dents was hurrying down the hall when Henry Owens called out laughingly, "There goes the fellow that killed your petition, Lottie." For a moment Phil paused, ready to throw back some retort at Owens. I>ut before he could form the sentence, Lottie replied sneeringly, "I suppose we ought to pity instead of chide him; he's only an ignorant cow-boy.'' She spoke the words loud enough to reach Phil's ears as he passed out of the building. A heavy weight fell on his heart, a shadow swept across his path. "Only an ignorant cow-boy!" he muttered, half dazed,—"only an ignorant cow-boy!" It was as if his own statue had suddenly been unveiled before him, and he stood gazing in wonder at the revelation. Yes, it was true. He was "only an ignorant cow-boy!" His extravagant ambition shrank away in the shadows and his bright hopes faded into regret. (to be continued.) Hark! (For the Improvement Era.) Hark, it is Israel's armies assembling, Flinging the gates of the nations ajar; List, how the highways are groaning and trembling, Under the tramp of his legion afar. Once he was humbled and conquered and scattered Over the earth like a handful of grain; Now he is bursting the bands that have fettered, Down the long ages, his spirit and brain. Unlock your treasures, ye vales and ye mountains, Throw wide your gates and give Israel a place, Yield us, ye deserts, your springs and your fountains, Lifting the mask and revealing your face. Here is a country devoid of a nation, Here is a people devoid of a land! Each for the other a mighty salvation, Wed in the midst of a desert of sand. Theodore E. Curtis.
