Glamorous glowing gracious golden bloom,
An emblem of blessing is strong Goldenrod,
She bows down in the breeze to mighty God,
A glimpse of her disperses worldy gloom,
When cut she'll grace your sacred altar room.
She grows firm and tall from an earthy clod,
The weight of her head makes her gently nod;
A bloom to hold on flight from womb to tomb.
Sad pilgrim depressed by unlucky fate
Was garden strolling for consolation;
Engrossed in profoundest contemplation,
He glimpsed a bed of golden rod so great,
It raised his spirit before it was too late,
He fell into deepest blissful meditation.
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