--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Ferguson, Peter L. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 23 number: 7 published: 1920-05 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Ferguson, Peter L., "Reaching the Harbor," *Improvement Era* 23, no. 7 (May 1920): 618.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2307unse 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: improvementera2307unse start_page: 618 end_page: 618 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1920-05) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2307unse publication_year: 1920 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 1920, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Reaching the Harbor 618 IMPROVEMENT ERA are possible only as a man stands in an honest, trustful, helpful relation to God and his fellowmen." "The peace that passeth all understanding" is his whose conscience is void of offense toward God or man. Such are happy because they are striving for the true goals and the more abiding gifts of knowledge and insight. They are seeking for the complete and normal devel- opment of the divine powers through right thinking and are having the joys of growth, self-conquest, the joy of friendship, and the joy of unselfish, efficient service, for they are actuated by a forgiving, self-sacrificing love. Legem, Utah. Mother Mine Written especially for and dedicated to my Mother Whence comest thou, Mother mine, To give me life and breath? Art thou a spark from the Divine, To also conquer death? Who art thou? Thou who gave me birth That I may know thee well; Who sought to take up life on earth, That I might come and dwell? Knowest thou thy covenants made, Before thy living God? Before this earth was e'er displayed, And Adam trod its sod? To lay thy life down at death's door, This earth with souls to fill; The Shepherd gave His life and more, To do His Father's will. Know this, dear Mother, ere you leave Your son to sow alone; A chain of flowers I will weave, From seeds that you have sown. Let peace abide each yearning thought, Concerning this, thy son; Each day renews the battle fought, Through you it all is won. A flower wilts and fades away When plucked, and none can save; My Mother, this I give today, Instead of on your grave. Sparks, Nevada Copyright, 1919 Peter L. Ferguson