September by A. J. Rolfe

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...the tender buds expand,
Emblems of our own great resurrection,
Emblems of the bright and better land.

A golden radiance paints the western sky,
   As slowly sinks the setting sun to rest.
A breath of prayer, like incense, silently
   Floats up and soothes the soul to slumber blest.
And sleep, night's fairest maiden, makes the night
   The Sabbath for the day, while over strife
Peace reigns supreme, though with unconscious might
   Stilling the aching brain with troubles rife.
And as the sun from out the eastern sea
   Rises refreshed to start his work anew,
Or as the shrivelled seed, its bonds set free,
   Springs from the dust a flower of beauteous hue,
So from this land of shadows shall we rise
   To realms unshadowed far beyond the skies.

First published in The Queenslander, 3 September 1892;
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892

Note: this poem in the nineth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.

Author reference sites: Austlit

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