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