---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Kleinmann, Bertha A.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 22
number: 4
published: 1919-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Kleinmann, Bertha A., "Renewal," *Improvement Era* 22, no. 4 (February 1919): 303.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2204unse
  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: improvementera2204unse
start_page: 303
end_page: 303
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1919-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2204unse
  publication_year: 1919
  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 1919, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Renewal

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A TESTIMONY                       303

said: "Mother, I am sure the Lord sent President Lyman to give
you a blessing." "Yes," she replied, "I feel happy and believe
the pain is already leaving me."
     Mother lived some little time after this, but her suffering
entirely left her. While she was conscious only part of the time,
her expression changed from one of pain and grief to that of happiness and contentment, and she died peacefully with a sweet
smile upon her lips.
     Little Lucile, through her faith in God's servant, brought
the last blessing and happiness into our dear mother's life.

                              Renewal

           "He hath put down the mighty from their seat!"
                Thus rang the old decree,
           And lo    !the epic fiat obsolete
                Furls in Autocracy.

           For now a tocsin routs the aulic clan,
             With dirge commiserate,
           And gaunted want lays tenure on the land,
             Till kings must supplicate.

           A Vulture flinging waste to every zone,
             And blood motes to the noon,
           Turns wanton talons in upon his own
             Thus nations cringe and swoon.

           The sophist vaunt and pride inveterate,
                Turns back the Paschal morn,
           The night is pulsed with anguish consummate,
             Thus Liberty is born.

           The battlefield hath stained the lily's sheen,
             As with Thessalian flood,
           Yet Progress sits her orbit of routine,
                And takes her toll of blood.

           Her triumph, spun in sacrifice and fire,
             Shall purge the hearts of men
           Though hosts her spoil, and Babel-high her pyre,
             She shall make new again!
                                     Bertha A. Kleinirumn.
Mesa, Arizona