Morning rises into noon,
May glides onward into June.
Night's gloomy spell is broken, and the light
Is pale and tender in the waking East;
The sudden sun with splendour sails to sight,
The wailing night-bird's weary note has ceased.
All, all rejoice as day and life return,
Bearing a song of gladness to the hearts
Of weary mortals who in patience yearn
For aught to salve the wounds of Life's fierce darts.
O weary ones, look upward to the Light
That guides our stumbling footsteps to the bourn
Where care-worn hearts are soothed, and where the night
Is all unknown amidst eternal morn,
Where life shall spring from death, and joy from pain,
And earthly loss shall be a heavenly gain.
First published in The Queenslander, 4 June 1892
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892
Note: this poem in the sixth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.
Author reference sites: Austlit