--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Biddulph, A. Samuel collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 23 number: 9 published: 1920-07 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Biddulph, A. Samuel, "The Call of the Mountains," *Improvement Era* 23, no. 9 (July 1920): 793.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2309unse 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: improvementera2309unse start_page: 793 end_page: 793 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1920-07) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2309unse 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. --- # The Call of the Mountains The Call of the Mountains Good bye to the world with its wearisome dreams, I long for the mountains, the canyons, and streams, The dew of the morning the pine-scented air; The calm, mystic woodland, at evening so fair. The bright, laughing stream, as it bubbles along; The call of the wood-bird, the lark's cheery song; The flowers on the hillside that gleam in the light; The awe stirring pall of the bold mountain height. The fresh-scented fern, neath the green aspen tree; The call of the squirrel, the hum of the bee; The cataract's song, as it tumbles and roars; The joy of the world in the great out-of-doors. I long to be scaling the high mountain peak; To roam through the woodland, to drink from the creek; To rest on the pine's furry needles at night; And bask in the sheen of the calm morning light. So, good bye to the world, with its wearisome ways; I'm off for the hills for a few happy days; With nature commune in the mountain retreat; And revel awhile with her music so sweet. Provo, Utah Samuel Biddulph