---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Grace Ingles Frost
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 6
published: 1915-04
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Grace Ingles Frost, "Growth," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 6 (April 1915): 499.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1806unse
  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: improvementera1806unse
start_page: 499
end_page: 499
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1915-04)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1806unse
  publication_year: 1915
  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 1915, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Growth

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BEAUTIFUL MADEIRA                            499

    We   hurry back to our palatial ocean home once more, and,
as the good ship sails toward dear old England, we turn with keen
regret to the lovely island with its luxurious scenes, enjoyed so
much during the few lovely hours we spent there.        Madeira fades
awav in the distance like a beautiful dream

                               NATIVES

                              Growth

           Full oft a loosened pebble, that hath turned
           Beneath the tread, hath given wealth so yearned
           That earth's vast bosom hath been undermined,
           Such Midas of her affluence to find.
           The morn foretells not what, at waning light,
           Shall grace the advent of approaching night.

           From small beginnings wondrous things arise,
           Far greater than do mortals realize;
           In striving to perform some duty well,
           A duty that, perchance, the truth to tell,
           Unlovely seems unto the eye of man,
           He yet hath learned to know some higher plan,
           A meed that unto him ofttimes hath brought,
           Like Saul, a recompense he had not sought.
                                              Grace Ingles     Frost