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, Goldenrod! Elaine GoodaleGoldenrod.
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. Lucy LarcomGoldenrod.