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Song of the Son
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table of contents
  1. Titlepage
  2. Imprint
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Foreword
  6. Part I
    1. Karintha
    2. Reapers
    3. November Cotton Flower
    4. Becky
    5. Face
    6. Cotton Song
    7. Carma
    8. Song of the Son
    9. Georgia Dusk
    10. Fern
    11. Nullo
    12. Evening Song
    13. Esther
      1. I
      2. II
      3. III
    14. Conversion
    15. Portrait in Georgia
    16. Blood-Burning Moon
      1. I
      2. II
      3. III
  7. Part II
    1. Seventh Street
    2. Rhobert
    3. Avey
    4. Beehive
    5. Storm Ending
    6. Theater
    7. Her Lips Are Copper Wire
    8. Calling Jesus
    9. Box Seat
      1. I
      2. II
    10. Prayer
    11. Harvest Song
    12. Bona and Paul
      1. I
      2. II
      3. III
      4. IV
  8. Part III
    1. Kabnis
      1. I
      2. II
      3. III
      4. IV
      5. V
      6. VI
  9. Colophon
  10. Uncopyright

Song of the Son

Pour O pour that parting soul in song,
O pour it in the sawdust glow of night,
Into the velvet pine-smoke air to-night,
And let the valley carry it along.
And let the valley carry it along.

O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree,
So scant of grass, so profligate of pines,
Now just before an epoch’s sun declines
Thy son, in time, I have returned to thee,
Thy son, I have in time returned to thee.

In time, for though the sun is setting on
A song-lit race of slaves, it has not set;
Though late, O soil, it is not too late yet
To catch thy plaintive soul, leaving, soon gone,
Leaving, to catch thy plaintive soul soon gone.

O Negro slaves, dark purple ripened plums,
Squeezed, and bursting in the pine-wood air,
Passing, before they stripped the old tree bare
One plum was saved for me, one seed becomes

An everlasting song, a singing tree,
Caroling softly souls of slavery,
What they were, and what they are to me,
Caroling softly souls of slavery.

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