|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Still the Goldenrod of the roadside clod|
Is of all, the best!
Simeon Tucker ClarkGoldenrod.
|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
Ill pass into the rest of God.
Mary ClemmerGoldenrod. Last stanza.
|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,
| I know the lands are lit|
With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
Helen Hunt JacksonAsters and Goldenrod.
|Because its myriad glimmering plumes|
Like a great armys stir and wave;
Because its golden billows blooms,
The poor mans 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.
|Welcome, dear Goldenrod, once more,|
Thou mimic, flowering elm!
I always think that Summers store
Hangs from thy laden stem.
Horace H. ScudderTo the Goldenrod at Midsummer.
|And in the evening, everywhere|
Along the roadside, up and down,
I see the golden torches flare
Like lighted street-lamps in the town.
Frank Demster ShermanGolden-Rod.
|The hollows are heavy and dank|
With the steam of the Goldenrods.
Bayard TaylorThe Guests of Night.
|Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold,|
Waving lonely on the rocky ledge;
Leaning seaward, lovely to behold,
Clinging to the high cliffs ragged edge.
Celia ThaxterSeaside Goldenrod.