My Home in the West

MY HOME IN THE WEST. (For the Improvement Era.) Oh, land of sunshine, land so free, Pure, rippling, sparkling waters flow The dearest spot on earth to me, Upon the fertile, fruitful plains. The place where first I came to earth, Here fragrant flowers ever bloom, Where sainted mother gave me birth, And orange trees add sweet perfume. To thee, with pride, I fondly cling. Though far away at times I roam, I love thy mountains, rough and high ; I love thee still, my western home . Thine atmosphere so pure and dry, I love thy valleys, hills and plains; 0 western land, so dear to me, Thy winter's snow and summer rains, 1 love to breathe thine air so free. 'Tis not for gain, I plight my love; From out thy mountains, stored with But for the home thou givest me, snow, I will in turn be true to thee. M. A. Stewart. Mesa, Arizona.