|Title||"The Golden Willow" Poem|
|Collection||Adams Museum Collection|
|Scope & Content||
Poem that appeared in a newspaper, found in scrapbook 2014.002.001. Possibly refers to death notice, 2014.002.028B, which was found with image 2014.002.028. The poem reads:
The Golden Willow
The golden willow bows its head
To winter's piercing blast.
Its tender leaflets are all dead,
Its summer time long past;
And yet, though skies are overcast,
Come wind or rain, come hail or snow,
It holds the sunshine of the past
Through all its branches' golden glow.
Oh, weary, storm-tossed soul! wilt thou
Its glowing message heed?
Though Fate's rude storms surround thee now,
And life seems dread indeed;
Still hope through grief or loss or pain,
Joys at thy feet were cast;
Their memories thou must retain,
Smile for the sunshine that is past.
- Irene Pomeroy Shields
Shields, Irene Pomeroy