--- 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, Theo. E. 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: 'Curtis, Theo. E., "Dawn. A Poem," *Improvement Era* 15, no. 1 (November 1911): 64.' 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: 64 end_page: 64 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. --- # 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.