The night is past; the morn with flooding light
Tinges the cloudlets in the cast with gold;
Nature, the minister of God, is bright
With gladness, as the morning mists unfold.
O Nature, ere Night's shadows blot our view,
Show us the fulness of thy purity,
That we thy loving footsteps may pursue,
And bear the burden of humanity;
That when the summit of our life is near,
And from the mountain brow we see the gloom
Along the downward road, we may not fear
The darkening path that leads us to our home,
And when at last we cross Death's shadowy sea,
We shall unravel Life's great mystery.
First published in The Queenslander, 2 April 1892;
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892
Note: this poem in the fourth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
Tinges the cloudlets in the cast with gold;
Nature, the minister of God, is bright
With gladness, as the morning mists unfold.
O Nature, ere Night's shadows blot our view,
Show us the fulness of thy purity,
That we thy loving footsteps may pursue,
And bear the burden of humanity;
That when the summit of our life is near,
And from the mountain brow we see the gloom
Along the downward road, we may not fear
The darkening path that leads us to our home,
And when at last we cross Death's shadowy sea,
We shall unravel Life's great mystery.
First published in The Queenslander, 2 April 1892;
and later in:
A Sheaf of Sonnets by A. J. Rolfe, 1892
Note: this poem in the fourth in a sequence of poems that the author wrote about each month of the year.
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
