Saturday, September 10, 2016

Hymn to the Month of September / John Davies

Hymn to the Month of September

Each month hath praise in some degree;
Let May to others seem to be
In sense the sweetest Season;
September thou art best to me,
And best doth please my reason.

But neither for thy corn nor wine
Extol I those mild days of thine,
Though corn and wine might praise thee;
Heaven gives thee honour more divine,
And higher fortunes raise thee.   

Renown’d art thou (sweet month) for this,
Emong thy days her birth-day is;
Grace, plenty, peace and honour
In one fair hour with her were born;
Now since they still her crown adorn,
And still attend upon her.

Sir John Davies (1570-1626)
from Hymnes of Astraea; in acrostick verse, 1599

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

John Davies biography

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