--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Orgill, Helen Kimball collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 24 number: 9 published: 1921-07 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Orgill, Helen Kimball, "Power Divine," *Improvement Era* 24, no. 9 (July 1921): 808.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2409unse 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: improvementera2409unse start_page: 808 end_page: 808 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1921-07) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2409unse publication_year: 1921 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 1921, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Power Divine 808 IMPROVEMENT ERA reason with him. Finding that useless he stepped between the Indian and Wilson's revolver saying: "I have given my word to protect him. Guess you'll have to reckon with me." "Get out of the road, or I'll fill you with lead," he roared. Stanley saw the demoniacal flash of the murderer's eyes, shrank, and stepped aside. There was an instant's pause. The Indian brave shot one long piercing glance at his treacherous friend. He pulled him- self up to his full height, his eyes seemed to say, "betrayed." "Ticaboo!" he sneered at Stanley. The intense moment was over. The old fire flashed from his beady eyes. Without a quiver he whirled to face his assailant, just as Wilson fired the fatal shot. Panacarre was no more. He had gone to the happy hunting — ground, true true to his trust, as sentinel in the land of his fathers. Blachfoot, Idaho Power Divine Unseen, unheard, within each mortal lying, In dormant state, as if to bide its hour. Then bursting forth at last, with mien triumphant A mighty force divine, immortal pow'r! The fulness of this strength how few have tested, It springeth where the living waters flow; Where glows the light ne'er seen on land or ocean; The source of every good that man can know. A great desire, a soul that's filled with longing, An urgent plea sent to the realms above, And strength flows in as faith remains undaunted, And lifts one to a higher plane of love. How oft we judge a man to be a weakling, Until a crisis comes to him some day, Transformed he stands a giant strong before us With courage firm to walk the better way. If we at will could use our latent powers, Our daily work full energy to give, What goal too high; what task beyond us? O how supremely, fully we could live! Oh, glorious thought, that we can still go onward, That with these hidden potencies we'll gain A place with God, joint heirs with our Creator! The highest goal to which one can attain. Raymond, Canada He i€n Kimball Orgill