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GOLDENROD. 



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HOW in the world did I happen to bloom 

 All by myself, alone 

 By the side of a dusty country road, 



With only a rough old stone 

 For company?" And the golden-rod, 

 As she dropped her yellow head, 

 Gave a mournful sigh, "Who cares for me, 

 Or knows I'm alive?'' said she. 



"A snow-white daisy I'd like to be, 



Half hid in the cool green sod; 

 Or a pink spirea, or a sweet wild rose — 



But I'm only a goldenrod!" 

 But all of a sudden she ceased her plaint; 



For a child's voice cried in glee, 

 "Here's a dear, little, lovely goldenrod! 



Did you bloom on purpose for me?" 



She raised the flower to her rosy lips, 



And merrily kissed its face. 

 "Ah ! Now I see," said the goldenrod, 



How this is the very place 

 That was meant for me, and I'm glad I bloomed 



Just here by the road alone, 

 With nobody near for company 



But a dear old mossy stone!" 



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