The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.