GOLDEN ROD

GOLDEN ROD -SOLIDAGO

GOLDEN ROD (Solidago)- Not an Everlasting. If cut before it really opens, just as it turns a good yellow, and dried in the shade, it makes fair material to work up with grasses, berries, etc. 

 Solidago 

Still the Goldenrod of the roadside clod 
Is of all, the best! 
                  SIMEON TUCKER CLARK

 Goldenrod 

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 Goldenrod Last stanza  

Goldenrod Last 

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 Goldenrod 

I know the lands are lit 

With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod. 

              HELEN HUNT JACKSON Asters and Goldenrod 

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 Goldenrod 

Welcome, dear, Goldenrod, once more, 

Thou mimic, flowering elm! 

I always think that Summer's store 

Hangs from thy laden stem. 

        HORACE H. SCUDDER To the Goldenrod 7 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 SHERMAN Golden Rod 

The hollows are heavy and dank 

With the steam of the Goldenrods. 

                BAYARD TAYLOR The Guests of Night 

 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 Seaside Goldenrod 

References:

1. The Mayflower 1904

2. HOYT'S NEW CYCLOPEDIA OF PRACTICAL QUOTATIONS 1927

3.Field Book of American Wild Flowers erdinand By F Schuyler Mathews Member of the New England Botanical Club and Author of Wild Birds and Their Music etc