--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Sarah E. H. Pearson 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: 'Sarah E. H. Pearson, "Lines on the Death of a Young Mother in Israel," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 6 (April 1915): 524–525.' 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: 524 end_page: 525 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. --- # Lines on the Death of a Young Mother in Israel 524 IMPROVEMENT ERA ward journey the tables were completely turned. There were still two groups, but the Inn comprised the lone Hungarian. I The school took a half holiday in honor of the pennant of the first league, and the victory over the Rosehills. A mass meeting of the students was held, where blankets and sweaters and the official "S" were given. The cheering, and the shouting, and the calls showed clearly a total eclipse of the Hun. The star of Ire- land shone in the sky of Seagulldom big and resplendent. Down the main street, in the historic snake dance, all the boys of the school marched, the triumphant Dyke on the shoulders of two huskies. After it was all over, the subdued Hun came to his rival. "Say, Dyke," he confessed, "I ain't treated you white this year, and. I want to apologize. I've treated you like dirt. You're a bet- ter man than me." "I don't know about that," said Dyke, magnanimously. "I'm afraid if I had treated you the way you've treated me, I wouldn't !" be man enough to say what you've just said Lines on the Death of a Young Mother in Israel (For her own grey-haired mother) The Friend Offering Consolation "There is one more to meet in heaven, And one less to leave behind. God has taken what he had given, — And the giving and taking were kind. He wonld turn our eyes from the earthly To the new lode-star in the sky, For she trod the path that he had trod, When she laid her down to die. "From the thorns in the path of duty, From the tears by the bed of pain — The Mother, Interrupting "In her youth, and goodness, and beauty — "God has taken her home again." The Mother and the Friend in Unison "Not yet do we know Him as we are known — But we brokenly suffer — and trust, And pray that our stricken souls have grown, ' Though our hearts are bruised and crushed." ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG MOTHER 525 The Mother "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, And our Vision of Life will change, And our eyes, now bund with sorrow, Will lift to a wider range. O, I know that our darling who walked with us On earth, now walks with God, But oftenest now, with my face in the dust, I see her under the sod." The wintry winds blow bitter-cold, And her grave is white with snow — The Friend "But the waxen temple that held her soul Sleeps sweet and serene below. Who would call her back to her suffering, Or who her staying seek?" The Mother, with Clasped Hands and Streaming Eyes "Father, our spirits are willing to give, — But the flesh agonizingly weak!" The Mother "The Love with Faith has its struggle, And selfishness wars with consent. The desire to keep God's Gift for myself, With the courage to yield her was blent, I had suffered so, Lord, for my darling, had bought my Gift with a price, I She stood at the threshold, and I at the end O, would not my own life suffice?" The Voice of the Spirit, Tenderly Reproachful "The mystery and the majesty Of Life and Death, she's probed. With the Gods' Best Gifts to woman She had been crowned and robed." The Mother, in Faith and Patience "O, I know that the spring with its blossoming Will rise from the ice-blocked earth, And the budding leaves their symbols bring Of her glorious Second Birth." Mother and Friend in Unison. "And so, tomorrow, and tomorrow, And the years will roll away. Soon the Pale Messenger bids us go, Or longer bids us stay But be sure, 'tis only a veil between The quickened and the dead; So, we stoop to conquer, as Jesus did, And suffer ourselves to be led." Sarah E. Hawi.ey Pearson