Excerpt from Cotton: Its Cultivations, Marketing, Manufacture, and the Problems of the Cotton World
Yonder bird.
Which floats, as if at rest,
In those blue tracts above the thunder, where
No vapors cloud the stainless air.
And never sound is heard,
Unless at such rare time
When, from the City of the Blest,
Rings down some golden chime,
Sees not from his high place,
So vast a cirque of summer space
As widens round me in one mighty field,
Which, rimmed by seas and sands,
Doth hail its earliest daylight in the beams
Of gray Atlantic dawns;
And, broad as realms made up of many lands,
Is lost afar
Behind the crimson hills and purple lawns
Of sunset, among plains which roll heir streams
Against the Evening Star!
And lo!
To the remotest point of sight,
Although I gaze upon no waste of snow,
The endless field is white;
And the whole landscape glows,
For many a shining league away,
With such accumulated light
As Polar lands would flash beneath a tropic day!
- From "The Cotton Boll," by Henry Timrod.
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