---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Weekly, Pearson’s
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 20
number: 8
published: 1917-06
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Pearson’s Weekly, "Be Contented," *Improvement Era* 20, no. 8 (June 1917): 676.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2008unse
  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: improvementera2008unse
start_page: 676
end_page: 676
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1917-06)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2008unse
  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.
---

# Be Contented

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Contented
(Selected)
Life  is  one  continued  struggle;  from  our  birth  the  strife  extends;
Though  we  find  some  peaceful  moments — still  the  .struggle  never  ends.
Many  pains  and  many  bruises;  many  burning  tears  are  shed —
We  must  fight  if  we  want  freedom;  we  must  toil  if  we  want  bread.
Bravely  face  each  situation,  though  it  be  so  hard  to  bear —
Each  man  has  an  equal  portion — every  woman  has  her  share.
If  the  world  seems  cold  and  cruel,  don't  despair  nor  sigh  in  vain;
Try  and  smile,  and  look  contented — you  will  soon  be  right  again.
Thank  the  Lord  for  all  his  blessing;  force  your  spirits  to  arise;
If   you're   always   sad    and    gloomy   very   few   will    sympathize.
Sadness  spreads  in  all  directions,  gladness  spreads  far  quicker  still,
Hide  away  your  little  worries,  though  it  be  a  bitter  pill.
Smiles  are  like  the  rays  of  sunshine  flashing  on  a  flowing  stream
In  a  thousand  bright  reflections — dazzling,  wonderful,  supreme.
Try  and  smile  on  all  occasions — watch  how  easily  it  blends    -
You  will  find  your  load  seems  lighter,  and  you'll  soon  have  many  friends.
— Pearson's  JFeekly.
