--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Wilkinson, William C. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 15 number: 1 published: 1911-11 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Wilkinson, William C., "Courage. A Poem," *Improvement Era* 15, no. 1 (November 1911): 42.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1501unse 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: improvementera1501unse start_page: 42 end_page: 42 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1911-11) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1501unse 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. --- # Courage. A Poem 42 IMPROVEMENT ERA Mr. Burbank's line of "inventions" is one upon which no patent is obtainable. He has had dishonest people profit by his expendi- ture, and represent to the public as his, things which were not his. He has spent nearly $240,000 of his private earnings on his loved experiments. He acknowledged that, having been endowed with a good business capacity, he has never been so completely stranded as most people who follow a similar cause. He says with conviction and something of pathos; "The reward is in the joy of having done good work; and the impo- tent envy and jealousy of those who know nothing of the labor and sacri- fice necessary, and who are by nature and cultivation kickers rather than lifters, count for nothing," Courage. An Epigram Soldiers twain stood facing danger, Side by side, alone and still. Bold was one, to fear a stranger, Light of thought and stout of will. But the other, grave and serious, Deeply pondered where he stood, Felt the spell of the mysterious Overshadowing neighborhood — — Of the mortal menace hidden In that moment's sudden chance, Till the throng of thoughts sunbidden Trampled- o'er his countenance. Then his comrade marked his palor. And a rallying charge he made. Out of his light-hearted valor, Lightly spoken : "You're afraid!" 'True, my friend, " with blanched lips, said he, "I have fear as you have none; But I stand here staunch and ready You, with half my fear would run." Wm. C. Wilkinson, D. D.— In S. S.'Times.