Our M. I. A. · Improvement Era

Our M. I. A. Words by Mrs. C. H. Carroll. Music by Franklin Madsen.

With fervent vigor.

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shining summits high; Where the pla - cid U - tah mutual help to all; With the Gos - pel's guid-ing

love and brother - hood; Songs of faith and hope and

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4 valley's rippling streamlets Murmur sweetly all the day; banners on the breezes! Beacons to the world, they'll sway,

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? - r That is wnere young hearts are ea-ger For the M. I. A. Sing our songs o'er hills and val-leys, Glorious M. I. A. Till the world shall bow in homage To our M. I. A.

m^mMMWM^wsi^m The Garden of Souls'; In God's soul garden, by command, An angel, at the vesper hour, Disconsolate, with trembling hand, Plucked there a little tender flower. Exultantly the choirs above Great anthems raised, in sweet refrain, As that choice sovil of grace and love, Clasped hands with kin and friends again. But heaven beheld earth's harp unstrung A mother's heart bruised, torn and chill The joyous strains ceased to be sung Some marvelled at the Master's will, When lo, a soft, sweet voice was heard: "List, children, this be your repose: All life is mine," came the soft word, "I know when best to pluck the rose." Octave F. Ursenbach.