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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Goldenrod

  • I know the lands are lit
  • With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
  • Helen Hunt Jackson.

  • Still the Goldenrod of the roadside clod
  • Is of all, the best!
  • Simeon Tucker Clark.

  • Welcome, dear Goldenrod, once more,
  • Thou mimic, flowering elm!
  • I always think that summer’s store
  • Hangs from thy laden stem.
  • Horace H. Scudder.

  • Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold,
  • Waving lonely on the rocky ledge;
  • Leaning seaward, lovely to behold,
  • Clinging to the high cliff’s ragged edge.
  • Celia Thaxter.

  • Nature lies disheveled, pale,
  • With her feverish lips apart—
  • Day by day the pulses fail,
  • Nearer to her bounding heart;
  • Yet that slackened grasp doth hold
  • Store of pure and genuine gold;
  • Quick thou comest, strong and free,
  • Type of all the wealth to be—
  • Goldenrod!
  • Elaine Goodale.

  • Because its myriad glimmering plumes
  • Like a great army’s stir and wave;
  • Because its golden billows blooms,
  • The poor man’s barren walks to lave:
  • Because its sun-shaped blossoms show
  • How souls receive the light of God,
  • And unto earth give back that glow—
  • I thank Him for the Goldenrod.
  • Lucy Larcom.

  • I lie amid the Goldenrod,
  • I love to see it lean and nod;
  • I love to feel the grassy sod
  • Whose kindly breast will hold me last,
  • Whose patient arms will fold me fast!—
  • Fold me from sunshine and from song,
  • Fold me from sorrow and from wrong:
  • Through gleaming gates of Goldenrod
  • I’ll pass into the rest of God.
  • Mary Clemmer.