Magnolia Plantation

Oh, come to the South, ‘tis the home of the heart…

No sky like its own can deep passion impart;

The glow of its summer is felt in the soul,

And love keepeth ever his fervent control.

Oh, here would thy beauty most brilliantly beam,

And life pass away like some delicate dream;

Each wish of thy heart should realized be,

And this beautiful land seem an Eden to thee.

 

Then, come to the South,

The shrine of the sun;

And dwell in its bowers,

Sweet, beautiful one.

 

~Alexander Beaufort Meek

 

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