IN our sunny Southland Balmy breezes blow, Verdant fields ashimmer Waving to and fro. Luscious fruits depending, Whose blush is like the dawn, From May till chilling Autumn Proclaims the summer gone. Merry birds sing sweetest, Dancing hours are fleetest, In the sunny Southland— Elysium of the blest. Rifted clouds revealing Arching skies of blue; Hearts are warm and tender, Friends are leal and true. Purple twilight shadows Speak quiet to the soul; Where gleams the mystic moonlight Fond lovers often stroll. Loving hearts will meet thee, Smiling faces greet thee, In the sunny Southland, A welcome waits for thee. Mellow sunlight lingers, The beams are beaten gold; The riches of our Southland In verse can ne'er be told. Creamy white magnolias Breathe forth a sweet perfume, The queenly rose and myrtle In rarest colors bloom. Come to the land of flowers, Come to its sylvan bowers, Come to the sunny Southland— This garden spot of ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME by WALT WHITMAN ON TURNING A STONE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AFTER ALL SUFFERING by EDWARD CARPENTER HYMNOS AHYMNOS, OR UMNOS AUMNOS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH A LADY COMES TO AN INN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH |