--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Steele, Frank C. 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: 'Frank C. Steele, "The Passing of 1916: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 20, no. 3 (January 1917): 241.' 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: 241 end_page: 241 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. --- # The Passing of 1916: A Poem 4 ; — THE TRUTH, BOYS, THE TRUTH 241 -A- — k-r-»Ki-3 hon - or - com-pel-ling Whether 'tis written, re - cit - ed or is-tence un - end - ing, And must be vie - tor what-ev - er the ev - 'ry en - deav - or, Knowing your guerdon can nev - er be =F Sit • *1 "I —i— m =w= -JE ^ I , =1 I I r Bit. 4: 3B I sung: strife, The Truth, boys, the Truth! On -ly the Truth! lost, I -- A<5>—£< -t+tI— -A — N -J • —s— *=f ^(2- I The Passing of 1916 Goodbye, Old Year! We've traveled well together, These twelve months past; We've fought our way in clear and cloudy weather, But part we must a I last. Goodbye, Old Year! Grieved thou art and weary; Fain would I withhold thee; — Thy frame is weak the world unkind and dreary; Goodbye! My hand. Alas, thou canst not see! Goodbye, Old Year! Silent and sallow and still; Cold and moist thy head; Warped with sorrow; blotted with blood until — —until Thou lieth prostrate —dead. Goodbye, Old Year! I weep as the moon's soft light Steals gently o'er thy tomb; Time cursed thy life from morning-dawn to night, Cursed thee from the womb. Goodbye, Old Year ! Old Year, goodbye forever Ill-fated; yes, but kind To those who used thee well and did not sever God from Life, and Light from Mind. Raymond, Canada Frank C. Steele.