---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Higgins, William
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 15
number: 6
published: 1912-04
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Higgins, William, "Home, Sweet Home, in Idaho," *Improvement Era* 15, no. 6 (April 1912): 542.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1506unse
  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: improvementera1506unse
start_page: 542
end_page: 542
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1912-04)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1506unse
  publication_year: 1912
  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 1912, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Home, Sweet Home, in Idaho

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Home, Sweet Home, in Idaho

(For the *Improvement Era*.)

I had a dream not long ago;
I dreamed of home in Idaho,
Where mountain glades and sparkling rills
Like network thread the timbered hills.

I saw the farmhouse nestled in
Among the rocks of mossy green,
I heard the rushing waterfall
Singing to the world and all,
In monotone of mystic rhyme,
Protected ’neath the towering pine.

And O, the world seemed sweetly bright,
The sun was at its noon-day height.
The meadow-grass, all severed lay,
A downy bed of new-mown hay.
Great, massive clouds looked earthward, too,
From ’gainst their banks of heavenly blue,
And wallowed in majestic mien,
A background to a world of green.
And I was home ’mong those I know
In my old gem state, Idaho.

The days flew by, and autumn time
Fell round that childhood’s home of mine;
And golden-purple tints and shades
Spread on in patches through the glades.
The hills and valleys, through and through
Took on a deeper-tinted hue.
All frosted stood the mountains tall,
From whence came down the reindeers’ call,
Beneath the cliffs of Idaho,
And nestled in the valleys low.

Then winter, with its frost and snow,
And sleigh-bells, tinkling to and fro,
And boys and girls en route to school,
With pen and ink and slate and rule,
Quite welcome made the morning sun;
And home they came, when day was done.
Then by the pine fire crackling bright,
The children sang a song that night—
A song I wish the world could know,
’Twas “Home, Sweet Home, in Idaho.”

William Higgins

Paris, Idaho.