Page 17 Transcribed: poem

Page 17 Transcribed: poem


(Pages 7-16 were left blank. There are faded glue spots so I assume the writer had things pasted in and the glue has worn off)

A Perfect Kingdom

A man can build a mansion
and furnish it throughout,
a man can build a place
with lofty walls and stout;
a man can build a temple
with high and spascious dome,
but no man in the world can build
that prescious place called home.

No; tis the happy faculty
of woman, far and wide,
to turn a cot or palace
into something else besides;
where brothers, sons and husbands tried
with willing footsteps come,
a place of rest where love abounds,
a perfect kingdom- Home.

“Monster Reciter”