---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Pace, Erma
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 25
number: 1
published: 1921-11
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Erma Pace, "The Gleaners," *Improvement Era* 25, no. 1 (November 1921): 42.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2501unse
  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: improvementera2501unse
start_page: 42
end_page: 42
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1921-11)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2501unse
  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.
---

# The Gleaners
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The Gleaners Ye emblems of Earth's happy, younger days, When kings held sway o'er all the earth, then known,, Why do you glean, nor cease, nor yet delay That endless task which claims you for its own? And yet, you bear a message in your song, And we but read between each silent line: "Glean on. The Master's summons comes ere long; So, gather in your sheaves while yet there's time." Take heed, weak flesh, lest, when the threshing's done, You do not cry: "Lord let thy mercy fall O'er my scant work; consider yet, I pray, How short that day of gleaning was for all." How short! and yet no burdensome complaint Is echoed from the lips of workers here. My soul, why shrink ye back with light so faint? Glean on. Life's setting sun is drawing near. Erma Pace