---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Lund, E. H.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 10
published: 1915-08
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'E. H. Lund, "Ode to Earth: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 10 (August 1915): 865.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera18010unse
  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: improvementera18010unse
start_page: 865
end_page: 865
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1915-08)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera18010unse
  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.
---

# Ode to Earth: A Poem

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Ode to Earth.

               O sun-kissed vales and lofty hills
               Among thy rocks and whisp'ring rills
                 I   love to bide and ramble.
               Thy hidden wealth, thy treasured trove,
               May tempt the covetous there to rove
                 And filthy lucre gamble.
               Suffice for me to sense thy worth
               In greater gifts, O Mother Earth.
               The teeming life of wood and fen,
               The home of cricket, fox and wren
               The sylvan glade, the purling brook,
               Speak wondrous words from Nature's book.
               Such marvels doth my eyes behold           —
               Beshrew the thought of craving gold             !

               Give praise to Providence above
               For scented field and leafy grove.
                                                               E.   H. Lund