“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 Eastman

Goldenrod; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 326.

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