DEAR shadowed sunshine!

Goldened-crowned and fair,

By dusty roadside,

Or in shaded lanes,

You lift your blossoms everywhere.


Who does not love you,

Graceful, golden spear?

Like sunshine shadowed

By a passing cloud—

Who would not miss your presence here?


You ask so little

And repay so much

Give ever of your

Best, whate'er your place

In life how many lives such?


The purple aster

Follows where you know

Perhaps she leads her

Dainty dress is just

The color that your blossom needs.


To show their beauty

Clearer. As the gold

Of stars gleams brighter

When across the heaven

Dark azure curtains are unrolled.




Pick's Illustrated Magazine.