| I placed a jar in Tennessee, | |
| And round it was, upon a hill. | |
| It made the slovenly wilderness | |
| Surround that hill. | |
| The wilderness rose up to it, | 5 |
| And sprawled around, no longer wild. | |
| The jar was round upon the ground | |
| And tall and of a port in air. | |
| It took dominion every where. | |
| The jar was gray and bare. | 10 |
| It did not give of bird or bush, | |
| Like nothing else in Tennessee. |