--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Rogerson, Josiah collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 20 number: 9 published: 1917-07 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Josiah Rogerson, "Parting," *Improvement Era* 20, no. 9 (July 1917): 817.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2009unse 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: improvementera2009unse start_page: 817 end_page: 817 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1917-07) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2009unse 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. --- # Parting Parting How swift the moments glide with those Whom distance soon must separate; And oh, how sootheless are the throes Of parting! and how desolate The heart doth feel, 'ere yet that word, Faintly escapes the lips, — "Good-bye!" Then, touch'd in Sorrow's inmost chord, Affection's dew-drops dim the eye. Where'er Affection binds the heart And two souls drink the same as one, — Oh, it is sad for them to part And feel that solemn truth "Alone;" Oft, oft will Memory's fancy flee, As lightning's wing, to other lands Athwart the bosom of the sea Where tender tears bath'd parting hands. Tis sad to view the last faint breath Depart from out the form we love, To see the quivering throe of death Unnerve the pulse no more to move; Then pallied hue upon that cheek Bespeaks too true what death hath done; And Sorrow's whisper, mild and meek With tears is heard— "departed, gone." Reaver, Utah J°siah R°8erson