Classic Poem

The World-Way of the South

Not lost in a languor of blisses,
In valleys sweet-breathing of bloom,
Though roses are fain of her kisses
And stars braid her brows in the gloom;
Though lilies lean to her and love her,
And the love-song is sweet in her mouth,
And the world green—the skies blue above her—
Sing the South! Sing the South! Sing the South!

In the strength of high faith she hath risen,
Her flag on her mountains unfurled;
She hath rent the great hills that imprison
The glittering wealth of a world.
With the thrill of a new life elated
The harvest its fruitfulness yields:
And the ships, far sea-faring, are freighted
With the fleece of her flowering fields.

Hers all the crowned hills of Endeavor,
The garlands, the triumphs of life;
Her voice is a clarion ever—
A battle-song heard in the strife;
With Freedom in fairest communion,
With Liberty facing the Fates,
Love-linked to the stars of the Union,
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