---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Alder, Lydia D.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 20
number: 3
published: 1917-01
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Lydia D. Alder, "Lake Maggoire: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 20, no. 3 (January 1917): 248–249.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2003unse
  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: improvementera2003unse
start_page: 248
end_page: 249
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1917-01)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2003unse
  publication_year: 1917
  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 1917, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Lake Maggoire: A Poem

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218                      IMPROVEMENT ERA

has saved institutions for his people by the mere exercise of this
quality in the face of circumstances that would deter almost any
other man. And even where this power has been called to use
apparently for his own advantage, the underlying motive has
been generally altruistic.     He learned to sing, not, as would
seem, to show that he could learn to sing, but rather because he
could thereby better get over his message to an audience when
he preached, and to teach others who thought they could not
sing to learn to do so. And he has turned this quality to uses
which will doubtless never be known except to himself and those
whom his efforts have blessed. Said a man to me not long since,
"Heber J. Grant has done more to relive distress in individuals
and institutions in this community than any other man in the
Church, and thus he has endeared himself to tens of thousands
of men and women who will bless his name as long as they live."

                         Lake Maggoire

           O Lake Maggoire, shore of youthful dreams,
           How fair at eve and tranquil are thy scenes!
           On thy wide bosom speeds our white-sailed boatOf other days we dream, while thus we float.
           And longings we remember born one day,
           'Twas in another land now far away
           When we in vision looked upon thy shore
           So long ago they seem those days of yore.

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                            LAKE MAGGOIRE                                   249

            A lapse of years, a love, a sob, a sigh,
            A wedding day, and by a grave, "good-bye;"
            And sunsets came, for sunsets come and go,
            And storm-days came where angry storm-winds blow.

            And still we dreamed of Italy's blue skies,
            Maggoire there, a glimpse of Paradise;
            We heard the sea's bewitching, low refrain —
            Revives the vision, all our hopes regain!

            Now we, whose dream of old has all come true,
            Are sailing in Maggoire's waters blue.
            With wond'ring eyes we gaze upon the scene;
            'Tis e'en more beautiful than was our dream.

            White castles peep from ev'iy leafy crest
            A lone bird twitters from its leafy nest
            And Lake Maggoire we at last behold
            Asleep 'neath summer skies all flecked with gold.

            Our dream is realized, and even more
            We but imagined this in days of yore
            Now we behold, lo! in our hearts a sigh,
            For we must part, Maggoire   — say "good-bye."
            But mem'ry will this fair scene bring to mind,
            White-cushioned boat and sail set to the wind,
            With wistful eyes and understanding gaze
            We'll backward look on these dear, care-free days.

            And friends who shared that boat-ride were a part
            Wished that its charm be voiced within my heart.
            Oh, may this story sweet remembrance bring,
            Maggoire's magic spell, thy love-song sing.
                                                          Lydia D. Alder.

    (Read before the first gathering of the Utahns who attended the Quinquennial Congress of 1914, in Rome.)
