The Song of the Chattahoochee Out of the hills of Habersham, Down through the valleys of Hall, I hurry, amain, to greet the plain And the sea. I am the Chattahoochee!

And I am the river, strong and free, My banks are lined with trees and honey-sweet, And I carry the echoes of the hills, And the voice of the mountains, deep and fleet.

I stir my waters, the sylvan scene; And in my depth, the shadows glean Of leaves, of stone, of the hoot of the owl, And the breath of the breeze, like a silken cowl.

I am the pulse of the land, a bonded thread, From the timid brooklets that dance and spread, To the ocean whence I came, returning clear, In harmony, in song, with the atmosphere.

• Sidney Lanier