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In the Morning

Chapter 9: MARIGOLD.
By Willis Boyd Allen
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A sequence of lyric poems that meditates on dawn, nature, and spiritual feeling, often deploying mountain, forest, and seaside imagery to probe grief, consolation, and renewal. Poems move among quiet pastorals, occasional and domestic verse, devotional hymns, translations, and lighter nonsense pieces, following seasonal rhythms and holiday observances. The voice shifts between elegiac introspection and bright affirmation, favoring sensory detail—birdsong, running water, sunlight—and a consolatory outlook that finds moral and emotional sustenance in simple scenes and ritual moments.

MARIGOLD.

Marigold, marigold, wi’ thy wee cup o’ gold,
What is it mak’s thee sae bonnie an’ gay?
Sunshine has drappit, an’ filled up my cup o’ gold
Fu’ to the brim wi’ the licht o’ the day.
Marigold, marigold, surely ye canna hold
A’ the sweet sunshine ’at draps frae the sky!
Nay, I’ve a muckle o’ licht ’at I winna hold,
Saved up for you an’ for ithers to try.
Marigold, marigold, stan’in’ there a’ sae bold,
What’s in thy een, ’at mak’s ’em sae bright?
I keep ’em wide open, stan’in’ here a’ sae bold,
Luikin’ at heaven frae mornin’ to nicht.
Marigold, marigold, bairnie wi’ cup o’ gold,
What’s i’ thy hert, ’at mak’s thee sae strang?
Trust i’ the One ’at gave me my cup o’ gold
Lattin’ Him love me, a’ the day lang.