A Bit of Heaven

604 IMPROVEMENT ERA

we sought a shady retreat with hanging waterfall, pleasant seats, and walls of red sandstone. That evening the glow sent forth its shady and long-con- tinued enchantments. All down the canyon the precipices donned a garb so peaceful that hate, disappointment, and envy wafted away leaving the soul cleansed and purified. The West Temple was veritably a golden gate. Moonrise enriched the night and guarded the sleeping valley. Little wonder Indians never slept in the canyon. Their elemental natures sensed its immensity and sublimity. Little wonder also that when Brigham Young first saw it he was re- minded of the "Great Zion" on which his thoughts were bent. Only there, was the glory of the Little Zion surpassed. Dellenbaugh, artist for the U. S. Geological Survey, fittingly apostrophizes the West Temple: "Indeed we are at last face to face with the Unattainable; no foot of man has ever touched the summit of its silent shrine, 7,500 feet above the level of the sea, 4,000 feet above the valley. Storm, night, the stars, the sun and moon, the elements, alone hold communion with its pristine crest. Under its shadow we may almost touch the latch-string of eternity; almost see our- selves in the dull mirror of Time." Logan, Utah

The three Patriarchs at Twilight

A Bit of Heaven By Frank W. Harris

A bit of heaven on earth is the association and companionship of kind, lovable characters in the personalities of fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, children and true friends. In the great beyond, I could wish for no greater heaven than this, only that it may be intensified and perpetuated eternally. Berkley, Calif.