Janet Hamilton - September

Lyrics
Matron fair, ripe, rich and glowing Full thy stores, thy vintage flowing; Golden sunflowers, dahlias blowing Deck thy festal board With ruddy fruit the boughs are bending Heaven and earth in blessing blending; Nature sings, her song ascending To her bounteous Lord Flora weeps her waning flowers While Pomona lavish showers Her wealth: the field and garden dowers With fruitage fresh and fair Richly crowned with golden sheaves Ere October tints the leaves Thy full hand each want rеlieves Of penury and carе Scotia's vine-the bramble twining- Copse-wood bank, and hedge-row lining See the jetty clusters shining Children, come and gather! Richer fruits and fairer flowers Gem the southern fields and bowers; Dearer to this heart of ours Bramble, fern, and heather Hark! oh hark these dropping shots The heath is foul with crimson clots The sportsman o'er his victim gloats And coolly calls it sport Alas! ye sinless, hapless things Your blood-stained breasts and broken wings My heart with deepest pity wrings Slain in each wild resort Softly radiant, deeply blue Flecked with clouds of snowy hue Soft enchantment gilds the view While I skyward gaze Bark of light that sail'st at even Through the azure depths of heaven Dear the boon to Autumn given Thy nightly full-orb'd rays The woods are still, the warbler's throat Pours no more the wooing note The lark, on mounting wing afloat Hath ceased his matin lays: A softly sweet ethereal calm Sheds around its soothing balm; My heart indites a silent psalm Of joyous, grateful praise
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- Janet Hamilton