---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Stewart, M. A.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 12
number: 4
published: 1909-02
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Stewart, M. A., "My Home in the West," *Improvement Era* 12, no. 4 (February 1909): 257.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1204unse
  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: improvementera1204unse
start_page: 257
end_page: 257
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1909-02)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1204unse
  publication_year: 1909
  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 1909, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# My Home in the West

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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.
