by John Banister Tabb

Earth in the house, and the golden-rod
A-bloom in the field!
O blossom, how, from the lifeless clod,
When the fires are out and the ashes cold,
Doth a vein that the miners know not, yield
Such wealth of gold?

 

Note: Today is the anniversary of the death of the American poet and Catholic priest John Banister Tabb.


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