--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Palmer, Annie D. 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: 'Palmer, Annie D., "Taps," *Improvement Era* 22, no. 4 (February 1919): 277.' 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: 277 end_page: 277 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. --- # Taps : iiiiiiiiiiiiiiini hi immilimimmimimiimimiliimiliimimE nun muni miilmmill' = r"" 11 ^af =1111 1 tilt I tit I = ."1111111111111111111111111111. = | Taps 1 When the day's heavy drilling is over, When its wearisome toiling is done, | Comes a peace in the deepening shadows That have followed the light of the sun | | Comes a time to commune with the loved ones In the dear distant home-land, perhaps | 'Tis no matter how far, there's a dream-gate ajar, With bright visions of rest — after taps. I While our Laddie, our Soldier was serving, 1 With his heart upon victory set, I | With his face toward the foe, hoping, praying to go | Where the hell-hounds of hate could be met; 1 | Came a herald from heaven's Grand Council, | 1 With the summons that never may lapse; 1 And the gateway of Paradise opened, 1 And the angels within sounded taps. a = So methinks that our Soldier, our Laddie, | Was not meant for the maddening fray, 1 He so dreaded the fight, though he knew it was right, | | When he eagerly hurried away; § | With our Nation's brave millions he hurried, That our freedom be kept on the maps | Duty called, and our brave Laddie answered, | Unheeding, unmindful, of taps. When we think of our Soldier, our Laddie, I The feeling that thrills through the heart Is that bravely we'll carry our burdens, That we must perform nobly our part. | For the great Resurrection just dawning | Will leave in love's circle no gaps; | And the joys of Eternity wait us In the peace and the rest after taps. I Provo, Utah Annie D. Palmer. liiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiuiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii;