Dawn. A Poem

64 IMPROVEMENT ERA "Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence he hides a smiling face." "These are they who have come up through great tribulations," the angel told St. John. I have seen the descendants of the same people and the result of their tribulations. They have gone to their reward, but their children live, and it may be said of these children: "Their ways are ways of pleasantness, and all their paths are paths of peace." He who does not believe this should visit Cache Valley. Sunntcrest Ranch, Wendell, Idaho. Dawn. (For the Improvement Era.) The world is glad today, Lenore; Awake from out thy dream! The silver stars are paling o'er The meadow hill and stream. The morning sips with laughing lips The dewdrop from the lawn, The mountain dips his silver tips Into the flood of dawn. My heart is glad today, Lenore. From out your deep blue eye. A dawn of love is stealing o'er Me, like a bright sunrise; And in its ray my joy is full! How could my heart be sad, Now all the earth is beautiful, And all the world is glad. Yes, both our hearts are glad, Lenore Beyond our dream of youth; For lo, the night is fled before The golden dawn of truth. Our paths no more shall wind apart, The light has made us free ; And love shall bind us heart to heart, Through all eternity. Theodore E. Curtis.