Ocupation: Poet
Life: March 5, 1824 - April 17, 1893
Birthday: March 5
Death: April 17
Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave: Because its sun-shaped blossoms show How souls receive the light of God, And unto earth give back that glow I thank him for the Goldenrod.
topic: Army, Men, Light, Goldenrod, Great Army