Midge's Corner of Inspiration






My Mother (Midge) was born in 1907; and school was certainly different then. She would comment "Don't you have anymore to memorize?" "NO" I would a reply, "we have books".

But through the years when we would be traveling and she would see the goldenrods in bloom, this is the poem she would quote from memory. Then she would always all "Look how beautiful the things GOD creates are; the colors always go together"

September by Helen Hunt Jackson

THE golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown: The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bearing down.

The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And aster by the book-side Make aster in the brook.

From dewey lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer.

But none of all this beaut Which floods the earth and air Is unto me the secret Which makes September fair.

"Tis a thing which I remember; To name it thrills me yet: One day of one September I never can forget.

Let's also remember the words form this Old Hymn.

For the beauty of the earth,

For the beauty of the skies,

For the love which form our birth

Over and around us lies,

Refrain:

Christ our Lord, to Thee we raise

This our sacrifice of praise.

Original Text of 1864 by Folliott S Pierpoint (1835-1917)






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