O Southland!

James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938) · 1917

iambic trimeter · 32 lines · from Fifty Years and Other Poems

O Southland! O Southland!Have you not heard the call,The trumpet blown, the word made knownTo the nations, one and all?The watchword, the hope-word,Salvation's present plan?A gospel new, for all--for you:Man shall be saved by man.

O Southland! O Southland!Do you not hear to-dayThe mighty beat of onward feet,And know you not their way?'Tis forward, 'tis upward,On to the fair white archOf Freedom's dome, and there is roomFor each man who would march.

O Southland, fair Southland!Then why do you still clingTo an idle age and a musty page,To a dead and useless thing?'Tis springtime! 'Tis work-time!The world is young again!And God's above, and God is love,And men are only men.

O Southland! my Southland!O birthland! do not shirkThe toilsome task, nor respite ask,But gird you for the work.Remember, rememberThat weakness stalks in pride;That he is strong who helps alongThe faint one at his side.

Words in this poem

shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
springtime n.
The season of spring; springtide.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

O Southland! is in the public domain. This text is taken from Fifty Years, & Other Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #17884; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: James Weldon Johnson, O Southland!, in Fifty Years and Other Poems (1917), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #17884, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/johnson-fifty-years/o-southland.html, id L08289.

Form and metre

O Southland! is 32 lines in 4 stanzas of 8 lines each. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 89% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.7 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 25% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic trimeter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -A-A-B-B southland · callA · known · allA · word · planB · you · manB
  2. 2 -A-A-B-B southland · dayA · feet · wayA · upward · archB · room · marchB
  3. 3 -A-A-B-B southland · clingA · page · thingA · time · againB · love · menB
  4. 4 -A-A-B-B southland · shirkA · ask · workA · remember · prideB · along · sideB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic trimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
O Southland! O Southland!6·/··/·
Have you not heard the call,6······
The trumpet blown, the word made known8·/˘·····
To the nations, one and all?7··/˘···
The watchword, the hope-word,6·/····
Salvation's present plan?6˘/˘/˘·
A gospel new, for all--for you:8·/˘·····
Man shall be saved by man.6······
O Southland! O Southland!6·/··/·
Do you not hear to-day6······
The mighty beat of onward feet,8·/˘··/˘·
And know you not their way?6······
'Tis forward, 'tis upward,6·/˘·/˘
On to the fair white arch6······
Of Freedom's dome, and there is room8·/˘·····
For each man who would march.6······
O Southland, fair Southland!6·/··/·
Then why do you still cling6······
To an idle age and a musty page,10··/˘···/˘·
To a dead and useless thing?7····/˘·
'Tis springtime! 'Tis work-time!6·/····
The world is young again!6····˘/
And God's above, and God is love,8········
And men are only men.6···/˘·
O Southland! my Southland!6·/··/·
O birthland! do not shirk6······
The toilsome task, nor respite ask,8·/˘··/˘·
But gird you for the work.6······
Remember, remember6˘/˘˘/˘
That weakness stalks in pride;6·/˘···
That he is strong who helps along8······˘/
The faint one at his side.6······

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