--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Kleinman, Bertha A. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 22 number: 11 published: 1919-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Kleinman, Bertha A., "Victory," *Improvement Era* 22, no. 11 (September 1919): 994–995.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22011unse 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: improvementera22011unse start_page: 994 end_page: 995 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1919-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22011unse 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. --- # Victory Victory There's a dazzling Victory they call Success, And it borrows the sun's red glare, And heroes of chance in their strange ways press To a stand on the proud heights there, And many are victors and carry the day, And many are they who must fall by the w*.y. Some ride into triumph in purple array, Mid pageantry trophied and strong, With homage reviewing and paving the way, The whole of the journey along, Who scorning the turmoil and rabble and din, Would tell us that victory is easy to win. Some dash on their way after laurel and fame, Who smilingly boast as they go, That no pinnacle there is too lofty an aim For the arrow their wielding can throw; Who soar for a plaudit and fling for a cost, And lo! in the caverns the arrow is lost! Some plod through the furrows of crater and shell, Who harrowed and driven and pressed, Toil on with the legions who never excel, Nor the ranks that "Go over the crest," Who sleep with the lilies at setting of sun, And dream of the victory the heroes have won. Mesa, Arizona Bertha A. Kleinman :