--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Steele, Frank C. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 26 number: 11 published: 1923-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Frank C. Steele, "A Distant View of the Canadian Temple", *Improvement Era* 26, no. 11 (September 1923): 999–1000.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera26011unse 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: improvementera26011unse start_page: 999 end_page: 1000 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1923-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera26011unse publication_year: 1923 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 1923, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # A Distant View of the Canadian Temple A Distant View of the Canadian Temple Frank C. Steele Across the hills afar, I see the Temple white; And over it a Star Supremely bright. A jewel, silver-sprayed, Etched softly in the gloom, Bathed in the warm cascade From yonder moon. My pilgrimage is done, The last horizon gleams; Out there revealed, the sum Of wistful dreams. How restful here to stand — To search the soul; Piecing Life's tattered strand, Mending its scroll. Lethbridge, Canada. Mimics of eager mould We fling the rein; Yield where we might hold, Give where we might gain. Quaff much of Folly's wine, Revel with Pride; Finding as years decline The creatures lied. Now with a heart made chaste, A soul that grieves, I pause to pray — then haste Bearing Life's sheaves. Haste, and the sky -vault glows With worlds aflare; Bridging my heart with those A-yearning there.