Rescued: A Poem

608 IMPROVEMENT ERA up-shooting current catches it as a parachute, snaps the handle off at half its length and, leaving him the crook in his hand, takes the remainder in its powerful grasp, carries it out a short distance, and, as it closes up, down, down it goes like an arrow to a place unseen by startled eyes. It is an appropriate reminder to sacrifice to such a conqueror, and we draw away, and are soon placing to our rear the thing we have come one hundred miles, mostly in a canoe, to view, and found it so far to. exceed all our prc-conceived expectations as to defy appropriate description. RIVERSIDE, UTAH Rescued. (For the Improvement Era) From 'ncath trampling feet and the dust of the street, I rescued a delicate rose; That once purest white hath suffered a blight Its bruised, crumpled petals disclose. Ah, poor little rose! The Father best knows What caused it to fall by the way; Mayhap, it was lost, and the losing hath cost A deep-felt regret for the day. Pensive I gaze, and the drooping head raise: I wonder if some ruthless hand Such beauty hath known and then lightly thrown Away to receive the street's brand? The depths of my heart with sad mem'ries start Of one who, once pure as this flow'r, Was cruelly thrown on the world all alone, The caprice of man for an hour. Tho' saved from the feet treading Merciless Street, She yet bore opprobrium's brand; While he of the same went fre from the blame. Again to clasp Virtue's pure hand. O God of the flower and of woman's dower, So strong in your knowledge of right, Ah, pity the stain, the bruises, the pain, And save from the withering blight! Grace Ingles Frost. WATERLOO, UTAH