--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Jesperson, Bergeta collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 25 number: 6 published: 1922-04 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Bergeta Jesperson, "Who Loves," *Improvement Era* 25, no. 6 (April 1922): 550.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2506unse 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: improvementera2506unse start_page: 550 end_page: 550 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1922-04) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2506unse publication_year: 1922 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 1922, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Who Loves 550 IMPROVEMENT ERA (Tune: "Auld Lang Syne''/ We're glad this week has come around. For boys like you and me Are closer drawn, and ties made dear, That not forgot shall be. So here's my hand, my friend, my pal, My heart you've filled with cheer; Let's make each day a time like this, Throughout the livelong year. Taps Day is done, gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Who Loves Who loves the sky — The glorious sky at sunset — Who loves its hue of rose; Who loves the clouds, The deep'ning purple shadows, As even-time doth close: Who loves the birds The golden-throated songsters And those of plaintive cry; Who hears the song That floats from yonder cottage— A mother's lullaby: Who loves the wind, And hears its sighing solace; Who loves the pure white snow; Who loves the stars That light God's kindly heaven And guide us here below: Who loves the hills That whisper strength and courage. And hears the murmuring brooks; Who loves the trees, The shrubs, the grass and flowers, And moss in shady nooks: Who loves these all, In treading o'er life's pathway, O blithely shall he go! Who loves these all, And loves and lives for others, Shall naught of sorrow know! Tucson, Arizona Bergeta Jesperson