---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Hewer, A. C. A. Dean
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 24
number: 12
published: 1921-10
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'A. C. A. Dean Hewer, "Eden," *Improvement Era* 24, no. 12 (October 1921): 1092.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24012unse
  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: improvementera24012unse
start_page: 1092
end_page: 1092
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1921-10)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24012unse
  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.
---

# Eden

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Under a tree we sat,
My love, and I.
Under a tree we sat,
And heav'n was nigh!
Shades of leaves on her face,
Sunflecks, and dainty grace,
And in her eyes a trace,
Of the blue sky!

Leaves rustled tenderly,
Wind passing by.
Leaves rustled tenderly,
Like a soft sigh.
Sweet were the words she said,
Bending her pretty head:
With her cheeks rosy red:—
"Just you and I."

On the whole earth alone,
'Midst sweetest flow'rs.
On the whole earth alone,
Eden is ours.
Here in Dame Nature's school,
Under your gentle rule,
Now when the day is cool,
Fill up the hours.

Loving her voice, and sweet,
Red lips apart.
Loving her voice, and sweet,
Moving my heart.
Soft were her clinging hands,
Holding the golden strands,
Of love's dear silken bands,
Close round my heart!

Thus love should ever be,
If it has worth.
Thus love should ever be,
Like a new birth.
A balm for every pain,
Sunshine through winter's rain,
God's Eden back again,
Heaven on earth!

*Hobart, Tasmania*  
A. C. A. Van Hewer