---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Hogenson, J. C.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 20
number: 5
published: 1917-03
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'J. C. Hogenson, "Looking Back: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 20, no. 5 (March 1917): 414.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2005unse
  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: improvementera2005unse
start_page: 414
end_page: 414
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1917-03)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2005unse
  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.
---

# Looking Back: A Poem

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414                          IMPROVEMENT ERA

idealisms; we will let him see our own enthusiasm and beckon him to the
strenuous quest. If at any moment he betrays a disposition to cunning, to
trickery, to circumvention, we will assure him that an honorable career
requires alertness, wit, ingenious adaptation of means to ends. * * * If
he is persistent, we will not stay to call him obstinate; we will congratulate
him on his possession of a quality which is proof of an inward stability.""

    rx. friend of mine, a teacher and a psychologist, whose judgment I esteem very highly feels that the changes attributed to
the child at this period are greatly exaggerated.        He contends
nnd finds some educators of eminence as authority for his contentions, that there are no new instincts or interests or capacities
born at this period, except the awakening or birth of the sex
nature. I do not deny this claim. But of this I feel quite sure:
that often the mental and spiritual powers do grow, even as the
body and its powers do, by leaps and bounds. Whether new
capacities and interests are born, or wehther those already possessed suddenly burst into new life and power, I know not.       But
this I know, that the passion for life         —
                                          the passion to dare and do,
to love and create       —
                       is now intensified and glorified within the
heart of boy and girl. They are born again.            Born into the
realm of manhood and womanhood. He is no longer a child.
Their hopes and plans and dreams are the inspirations and
aspirations of the man and woman now. So I close by venturing
that this is a critical period. To the high school boy and girl
we parents and teachers may be either priests of life or stumbling blocks just as we have vision of their possibilities and
worth, or as we are blind to these glories of youth.
                           (To be continued)

      "Gould, Moral Instruction, pp. 85, 86.

                              Looking Back
                    Beyond the river and streamlet,
                    Where plain and forest meet,
                    With the rugged mount for a background,
                    And the mirrored lake before;
                    With the city and town to the southward,
                    And the dotted farms to the north;
                    Stands the old rustic home of my childhood,
                    The place that I adore.
                    'Twas the scene of many a pleasure,
                    Through childhood's happy days,
                    Whether the snow lay on the upland,
                    Or the grass was green below;
                    It mattered not in what season,
                    For all was joy and peace,
                    In that happy borne of my childhood,
                    A paradise below.
Logan, Utah.                                             J.   Q. Hogenson.
