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GOLDENROD
GOODNESS
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Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
Auri sacra fames?

Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to do?

VergilÆneid. III. 56.


GOLDENROD 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.
Mart Clemmer—Goldenrod. 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 Goodale—Goldenrod.
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 | text = <poem>I know the lands are lit
With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
 | author = Helen Hunt Jackson
 | work = 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 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 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 Thaxtbr—Seaside Goldenrod.
GOODNESS
Whatever any one does or says, I must be good.
Aurelius Antoninus—Meditations. Ch. VII.


What good I see humbly I seek to do,
And live obedient to the law, in trust
That what will come, and must come, shall come
well.
Edwin Arnold—The Light of Asia. Bk. VI.
L. 273.


Because indeed there was never law, or sect,
or opinion, did so much magnify goodness, as the
Christian religion doth.
Bacon—Essays. Of Goodness and Goodness- of
Nature.


For the cause that lacks assistance,
The wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.
Geo. Linnaeus Banks—What I Live For.
 The good he scorned
Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.
Blair—The Grave. Ft. II. L. 586.
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Shall come of Water and of Mud;
And sure, the reverent eye must see
A purpose in Liquidity.
Rupert Brooke—Heaven.
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 | text = <poem>There shall never be one lost good! What was
shall live as before;
The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying
sound;
What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so
much good more;
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a
perfect round.
Robert Browning—Abt Vogler. rX.


No good Book, or good thing of any sort,
shows its best face at first.
Carlyle—Essays. Novalis.


Can one desire too much of a good thing?
Cervantes
 | work = Don Quixote.
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Ch. VI. As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1.
L. 123.
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Ergo hoc proprium est animi bene constituti,
et Isetari bonis rebus, et dolere contrariis.
This is a proof of a well-trained mind, to rejoice in what is good and to grieve at the opposite.
Cicero—De Amicitia. XIH.


Homines ad deos nulla re propius accedunt,
quam salutem hominibus dando.
Men in no way approach so nearly to the
gods as in doing good to men.
Cicero—Oratio Pro Quinto Ligario. All.