--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Unknown collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 27 number: 6 published: 1924-04 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: "Unknown, “Mother Time,” *Improvement Era 27, no. 6 (April 1924)*: 498–498." source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2706unse 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: improvementera2706unse start_page: 498 end_page: 498 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1924-04) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2706unse publication_year: 1924 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 1924, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Mother Time MOTHER TIME They tell me Father Time is old, and wrinkled, bent, and gray; He carries o'er his arm a scythe to cut all from his way; That he is stern, is cold, is harsh, and justice strictly wields; That all he leaves behind him are bare wastes and empty fields. This may be true, I do not know, so, for it cannot vouch; But his good wife, old Mother Time, will rise from off her couch To do a kindly deed to all who seek relief from pain, And in her sympathetic way repeats the deed again. There is no heart-wound cut so deep she cannot give it ease, And with her balm and bandages will cause its pain to cease. She may not cure it, through and through, and leave behind no scar; But she will strive and labor long that there shall be no mar Or pain behind, still lingering, that cannot be assuaged. And so each wound, each grief, each trial is lessened as 'tis aged. O Mother Time, I love you for your sympathy and care; But remove not from my heart, I pray, all that lingers there! Gazelam.