To a Meadow Lark

IMPROVEMENT ERA

be drawn upon, and where our destiny as a free people may depend upon our ability to sacrifice. To be sure there may be circumstances not now known to us which may cause an early termination of the struggle. There are those who believe that the average American citizen, surfeited with comparative wealth and after years of ample and easy living is incapable of bending his energies to the hard task ahead. Those who know even a little of American history have read into that history as high a quality of idealism and of fortitude as the world possesses. We will measure up to the exactions of the present, and the immediate future no doubt, but in the meantime, until the awful spectre of war reaches into our homes, it is the part of wisdom to adopt such measures of economy as will insure a hur- ried establishment of justice and liberty in the world- Logan, Utah

To a Meadow Lark

Ere the gates of dawn are opened wide, To let the day slip through, Your voice you raise, In matin praise, Unwavering and true.

Your breast no gorgeous plumage boasts, But with each flutt'ring beat Of your glad heart, There seems to start A strength for faltering feet. For while the world of weary man Wrapped deep in slumber lies, The wondrous note Born of your throat, Turns heavenward mine eyes.

bird that shuns the busy mart, And unsequestered road, Your blithesome song, The whole day long, Hath eased full oft my load.

Sing, little creature of the air, From morn 'til eve abide; Know naught of fear, While I am near No ill shall you betide. Grace Ingles Frost.