--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Larsen, Louis W. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 15 number: 7 published: 1912-05 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Louis W. Larsen, "Words Un-Recalled: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 15, no. 7 (May 1912): 622.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1507unse 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: improvementera1507unse start_page: 622 end_page: 622 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1912-05) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1507unse publication_year: 1912 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 1912, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Words Un-Recalled: A Poem 622 IMPROVKMKNT ERA the "Mormons" in looking after the practical welfare of their country congregations. This shows that the Latter-day Saints have been working along the lines of progress, and it is hoped that they will continue to do so. If there are any young people living on the farm or in the village who are fitted for leadership, they should be willing to take upon themselves the labor of lifting their community to a higher level in everything that will be conducive to the welfare and advancement of the people. If such a cause is espoused and carried on with vigor, the reward of a well-spent happy life is sure to follow. LOGAN, UTAH Words Un-Recalled (For the Improvement Era) I said it of him in a thoughtless haste, Not knowing I would live to wish unsaid The cruel word that's never been erased; Its stigma fell upon my own poor head. I said, "He cares not for his fellow-men." He never knew — he doesn't know today; But I've repented o'er and o'er again For those untimely words that went astray. For soon a darkening shadow fell athwart The road that I had trod unstrewn with cares. I stood from all the heedless crowd apart, As e'en my friends would pass me unawares. But he of whom I said the unkind thing Espied me in my sorrowing solitude, And came to give what they had failed to bring, Companionship and love and fortitude. Louis W. Larsen. LEWISTON, UTAH