Flower of the autumn bright, You are a most pleasing sight, Sweet is your blossom, o'er hillside and dale! Emblem of cooler days. Simple and sweet always, Color of gold with your spikes dark or pale. Along the travelled way, There in the dust you stay. Never bewailing your fate or your place, Always the same sweet flower,— In bright or gloomy hour. There is a lesson in your humble grace. In the lonely country lane Standing thru wind and rain, Your growth is hardy, your blossom sublime! Lovely the cheer you bring, Unheard, the song you sing,— You are a child of God, 'biding His time. Many who know you not, Miss what they long have sought: Beauty they know not till your face they see! For you, no garden fair, No house, no tender care; O, alone in the country with you to be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BILL SWEENY OF THE BLACK GANG by JAMES BARNES THE HOUSE AT EVENING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE FIFTH AND SIXTH by WILLIAM BLAKE TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: CHANGE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |