When August sunset’s yellow blaze
Streams out o’er meadow, field and lawn,
It seeks some shrine wherein its rays
May linger till returning dawn,
And touching gently with its sheen
That graceful plumage of the sod,
Its constellated gems of green
Are changed to glorious _Goldenrod_.
Its home is in the sterile soil
Deserted by the rustic swain
Because it yields not for his toil
The recompense he would obtain.
By wall and ledge, and rock, and mound,
Where’er neglect and ruin reign
In greatest beauty there ’tis found,
To cheer and clothe the earth again.
Down in the soul there dwells a thought
That finds expression not in word,
That counts display and promise naught
Unless a voice divine is heard,
That speaks to cheer the desolate,
That yields a balm distilled from God;
Whose type should be the flower of State–
The sun-lit, heaven-born _Goldenrod_.
(Jared Barhite)
More Poetry from Jared Barhite:
Jared Barhite Poems based on Topics: Mind, Soul, God, Thought & Thinking, Flowers, Home- Fidelity (Jared Barhite Poems)
- Our Profession (Jared Barhite Poems)
- Needs And Powers (Jared Barhite Poems)
- The Desirable Undefined (Jared Barhite Poems)
- My Choice (Jared Barhite Poems)
- The Ogre (Jared Barhite Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: God Poems, Mind Poems, Soul Poems, Flowers Poems, Thought & Thinking Poems, Home PoemsBased on Keywords: constellated