--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Thomas, Mathonihah collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 10 number: 9 published: 1907-07 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Mathonihah Thomas, "The Old Ranch," *Improvement Era* 10, no. 9 (July 1907): 751.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1009unse 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: improvementera1009unse start_page: 751 end_page: 751 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1907-07) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1009unse publication_year: 1907 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 1907, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # The Old Ranch "THE OLD RANCH." UNES SUGGESTED BY A PHOTO OF THE "OLD HOME?" (For the Improvement Era.) The green grass waves like the ocean deep, On the ranch by the San Antone; The tall trees watch, the bright stars peep, O'er the ranch by the San Antone; In the spring time sweet, or in winter's snow, With every breath of the winds that blow The cotton trees sway in the sunset's glow On the ranch by the San Antone. Old Pinion hills and the level plain, Near the ranch on the San Antone, With evergreen pines and the yellow grain By the ranch on the San Antone; The old log barn choke-full of hay, The mow so big, where the children play From the early morn to end of day. On the ranch by the San Antone. The wild rose bush and the daisies' bed Dot the ranch by the San Antone, The buttercup early puts forth its head On the ranch by the San Antone; The lilies float near the banks of the stream. With their tender stems and petals of cream 'Tis here the Fairy Queen comes to dream, In her home by the San Antone. No place in all this wide world to me Like the ranch by the San Antone; 'Tis there my soul is ever free. On the ranch by the San Antone. My soul finds rest in the ceaseless song Of the river deep, as it rolls along; The flowers and the trees and the ceaseless song, On the ranch by the San Antone. Salt Lake City, Utah. Mathonihah Thomas.