The Place Where Mother Dwells: A Poem

THE PLACE WHERE MOTHER DWELLS- It may be a time-worn cottage, Star.ding back among the trees; And its window sills may rattle, In the searching autumn breeze; Or it may be more a mansion, Built of marble, firm and grand; And its beauties may be many, Stretching out on every hand; But whate'er be its construction, In our hearts deep feeling swell?, When we single out the home nest, Saying: ''There's the place where Mother dwells." Sarah. F. Mitton. , Paradise, Utah.