Sioux City Academy of Science and Letters. 
THE BEAUTIFUL PALACE 
CALLED HOME 
BY WILLIS MARSHALL. 
Reprinted from “Cycles” by Permission 
of the Author. 
Where’er I may wander, where’er I may roam, 
A beautiful vision is luring me there. 
No matter if lowly or humble or poor, 
A bright cot of love, that is spotlessly fair, 
Lifts up to the sunshine its lily-decked walls— 
"Tis the beautiful palace called home. 
The prayer that I murmur beneath the blue dome, 
Far off from that sweet blessed haven tonight, 
Oh waft it, ye angels, O waft it away! 
My message of love to that castle of light, 
And grant to my darlings a fullness of trust 
In the beautiful palace called home! 
’m wafted tonight o’er the billowy foam 
Afar from my darlings, afar from their kiss, 
Afar from the love which the angels might crave 
Away in their mansions of glorified bliss— 
Oh, I will be true to the loved of my soul, 
In the beautiful palace called home! 
I’ve read the dim pages of many a tome. 
Have heard the wild echoes of many a song; 
I’ve felt the deep thrill of the poet-born soul, 
Have won the applause of the wondering throng: 
But yet of all memories the sweetest is that— 
Of the beautiful palace called home! 
Oh, beautiful, magical mansion of home! 
To thee I’ll be tried, and to thee Ill be true, 
Tho’ tempest may roll, tho’ the storms may conceal 
The stars in their ocean of infinite blue— 
The truest, the purest, the fondest of earth 
Is the beautiful palace called home! 
