James Brunton Stephens

(17 June 1835 – 29 June 1902 / Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland;)

James Brunton Stephens Poems

1. “big Ben” 3/3/2010
2. A Brisbane Reverie 3/3/2010
3. A Coin Of Trajan In Australia 3/3/2010
4. A Historical Problem 3/3/2010
5. A Lost Chance 3/3/2010
6. A Piccaninny 3/3/2010
7. A Son Of The Soil 3/3/2010
8. A Visit From Abroad 4/16/2010
9. Adelaide Ironside 3/3/2010
10. Australian Anthem 3/3/2010
11. Born Before His Time 3/3/2010
12. Brunton Stephens 3/3/2010
13. Cape Byron 3/3/2010
14. Check 4/16/2010
15. Day 1/4/2003
16. Drought And Doctrine 3/3/2010
17. For My Sake 3/3/2010
18. From An Upper Verandah 3/3/2010
19. Had I But Known 3/3/2010
20. Hate 5/6/2011
21. In A 'Bus 3/3/2010
22. Johnsonian Address 3/3/2010
23. King Billy's Skull. 4/16/2010
24. Macaulay's New Zealander 3/3/2010
25. Marsupial Bill 3/3/2010
26. Marsupial Bill: Part Second. 4/16/2010
27. Mute Discourse 3/3/2010
28. My Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
29. My Other Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
30. New Chum And Old Monarch 3/3/2010
31. Night 1/4/2003
32. Nonsuited 3/3/2010
33. Not Understood 1/4/2003
34. Off The Track 3/3/2010
35. On A Fork Of Byron's 3/3/2010
36. Once More 3/3/2010
37. Opening Hymn 3/3/2010
38. Part Second 3/3/2010
39. Progress In The Pacific 3/3/2010
40. Psalm Xc 3/3/2010
Best Poem of James Brunton Stephens

Night

Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in joy-laden sighs;
Soft through my window it comes, like the fanning of pinions angelic,
   Whispering to cease from myself, and look out on the infinite skies.

Out on the orb-studded night, and the crescent effulgence of Dian;
   Out on the far-gleaming star-dust that marks where the angels have trod;
Out on the gem-pointed Cross, and the glittering pomp of Orion,
   Flaming in measureless azure, the coronal jewels of God;

Luminous streams of delight in the silent ...

Read the full of Night

Spirit Of Song

Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,
   Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?
Angel of happiness, herald of fleetness,
   Thou hast the key of the star-blazon'd dome.
   Where lays that never end
   Up to God's throne ascend,
And our fond heart-wishes lovingly throng,
   Soaring with thee above,
   Bearer of truth and love,

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