p. 428 | The Home Circle by Lucy Larcom

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 16, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 27.

The Home Circle.

By Lucy Larcom

CHILDHOOD'S GOLD.

THEY need not go so far away, Through heat and cold, to hunt for gold; They might beside us sit or stray,— Our hands are full as they can hold. Gold! Gold is poured out of the sky From rise of sun till day is done; With falling leaves it flashes by; In liquid gold the rivers run. 'Twas scattered all the way from school, In stars and bells adown the dells; We children gathered aprons full, Where little Dandelion dwells. And yellow Cowslip to our feet Came, like a king, his hoard to bring; And Columbine, with nod so sweet, Shook gold upon our path,—gay thing. What goblet glistens with such wine As the bee sups from buttercups? What gold beads on the wet grass shine, Sparkling to breezy downs and ups! Our homes are sweet upon the hills, Where love is sure, and life is pure, And sunshine every season fills; How can a country child be poor? No robber scares our midnight hours; No coffers cold our treasures hold; Dewdrops and sunbeams, stars and flowers,— Gold! Gold! Who shares our childhood's gold? —Lucy Larcom, in St. Nicholas.