Poems (Linn)/Home

by Edith Willis Linn

For works with similar titles, see Home.

HOME.

WITHIN the walls by art bedecked, Beneath a glittering palace dome,If there the voice of childhood sounds The woman's heart will find a home.

On cabin floor, in barren room, Beneath torn tents of those who roam,If tiny, helpless hands are there, The woman's heart will find a home.