West Virginia by Louise McNeill
"
Where the mountain river flows
And the rhododendron grows
Is the land of all the lands
That I touch with tender hands;
Loved and treasured, earth and star,
By my father's father far--
Deep-earth, black-earth, of-the-lime
From the ancient oceans' time.
Plow-land, fern-land, woodland shade,
Grave-land where my kin are laid,
West Virginia's hills to bless--
Leafy songs of wilderness;
Dear land, near land, here at home--
Where the rocks are honeycomb,
And the rhododendrons...
Where the mountain river runs."