DAY'S INFANT MONARCH.

Otago Witness, Issue 2106, 5 July 1894, Page 39

DAY'S INFANT MONARCH.

From the starry lap of the morning Day's infant monarch sprang, As the matin bells at the portals

Of his eastern empire rang. At his touch, on golden hinges, Morn's crystal gates unclose, And the virgin face of the blua sky glows red As the heart of a damask rose. He sports in the mystic fountains That with opalescence foam, Dashing the spray with his jewelPd hands In jets o'er the vaulted dome; Tinging with light the wavelets Of our cool, pellucid rills, Kissing the purple altars Of our fair Australian hills. He sips of the dewy nectar In the chalice of the flowers, And draws from the cycling quiver of time The arrows of fleeting hours ; And earth, that erstwhile was shrouded In Bileuce and midnight gloom, Wakens, and robea in raiment wrought fa his dainty aerial loom, And 1, an earth-chained mortal, Watch his bright imperial face, As through fields of clear cerulean, He glides with regal grace. See t he strings with sunbeams golden A myriad cloud-wreathed lyreß, And earth is rilled withsymphonious sounds And sparks of celestial fires, tfhen onward, O aource prolific Of beauty; of warmth, and light; Mine eye thy chariot follows In its swift ethereal flight. Oh, shower thy gifts celestial On the souls that bound must be With earthly coils, till Life's quiver fails And they soar beyond like thee. June 1891, — Mona Marie.