"All things shall rise again with sweeter blossoming."
After the night the beauteous light of dawn
Shines on the waking world with smiling face,
The wintry night has changed to Spring's fair morn,
The bursting buds and blossoms bloom apace.
Nature, revived, rejoices in her birth,
Clothing the hills and vales with freshest green,
And spreads her bounteous hand with gladsome mirth
To deck the fields with flowers of fairest sheen.
All things must die to live: for every seed
That falleth to the ground, except it die,
Abides alone; and in earth's bosom hid
Springs up from death to life and liberty.
So from the earth, like morning larks on wing,
Our souls shall rise to everlasting Spring.
First published in The Queenslander, 1 October 1892;
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892
Note: this poem in the tenth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
After the night the beauteous light of dawn
Shines on the waking world with smiling face,
The wintry night has changed to Spring's fair morn,
The bursting buds and blossoms bloom apace.
Nature, revived, rejoices in her birth,
Clothing the hills and vales with freshest green,
And spreads her bounteous hand with gladsome mirth
To deck the fields with flowers of fairest sheen.
All things must die to live: for every seed
That falleth to the ground, except it die,
Abides alone; and in earth's bosom hid
Springs up from death to life and liberty.
So from the earth, like morning larks on wing,
Our souls shall rise to everlasting Spring.
First published in The Queenslander, 1 October 1892;
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892
Note: this poem in the tenth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
