O Magnet-SouthO magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! my South!O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O alldear to me!O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees whereI was born—the grains, plants, rivers,Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant,over flats of slivery sands or through swamps,Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, theTombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine,O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt theirbanks again,Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on theOkeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openingsor dense forests,I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and theblossoming titi;Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coastup the Carolinas,I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine,the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, thegraceful palmetto,I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico sound through an inlet,and dart my vision inland;O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp!The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white flowers,The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods chargedwith mistletoe and trailing moss,The piney odor and the gloom, the awful natural stillness, (here inthese dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and thefugitive has his conceal’d hut;)O the strange fascination of these half-known half-impassableswamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of thealligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, andthe whirr of the rattlesnake,The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon,singing through the moon-lit night,The humming-bird, the wild turkey, the raccoon, the opossum;A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav’d corn,slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautifulears each well-sheath’d in its husk;O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs, I can stand them not, I will depart;O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee andnever wander more.
O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! my South!O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! good and evil! O alldear to me!O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees whereI was born—the grains, plants, rivers,Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant,over flats of slivery sands or through swamps,Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, theTombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine,O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt theirbanks again,Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on theOkeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openingsor dense forests,I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and theblossoming titi;Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coastup the Carolinas,I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine,the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, thegraceful palmetto,I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico sound through an inlet,and dart my vision inland;O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp!The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white flowers,The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods chargedwith mistletoe and trailing moss,The piney odor and the gloom, the awful natural stillness, (here inthese dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and thefugitive has his conceal’d hut;)O the strange fascination of these half-known half-impassableswamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of thealligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, andthe whirr of the rattlesnake,The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon,singing through the moon-lit night,The humming-bird, the wild turkey, the raccoon, the opossum;A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav’d corn,slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautifulears each well-sheath’d in its husk;O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs, I can stand them not, I will depart;O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee andnever wander more.