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The Australian Sunrise

The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to the sea, And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free, The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night Waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light; Out of the dying darkness, over the forest dim The pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, And smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining tree-tops kissed; Then the fiery Scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, And the wind in the sheoak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred, The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast, The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, And the bulrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, And burnt with cloudy crimson at dawning of the day.

James Lister Cuthbertson

From The Poets' Commonwealth (Second Impression, pub. 1928)

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[sublimerhymes]

The Bush by James Lister Cuthbertson

Give us from dawn to dark Blue of Australian skies, Let there be none to mark Whither our pathway lies. Give us when noontide comes Rest in the woodland free— Fragrant breath of the gums, Cold, sweet scent of the sea. Give us the wattle’s gold And the dew-laden air, And the loveliness bold Loneliest landscapes wear. These are the haunts we love, Glad with enchanted hours, Bright as the heavens above, Fresh as the wild bush flowers.

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[comatosepodcast]

Episode 137 - Australia, Church, and The Atom

———————- James Lister Cuthbertson muses on the rising sun down under, then John Bauer has some repeating words to make us think, and last up is a clip from president Dwight D. Eisenhower on the power of the atom. ———————-

Editor/mixer -Michael Belancourt

Narrator -Nizar Babul Contributors -James Lister Cuthbertson "The Australian Sunrise” (read by Joy Chan) -John Bauer "At Old South Church” -Dwight D Eisenhower "International Atomic Energy Agency”

Music -Narration: Deeb - Theme From Endless Sunset -Segment 1: Made In M - Chinua -Segment 2: Flughand - Puguliese -Segment 3: wosX - floating, Shima33 - Game Over 

Art -John Bauer

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Atom image supplied by Wikimedia Commons.

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Australian Federata , A poem by James Lister Cuthbertson. For more audio poems, check out our site at http://AudioPoems.org

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[sublimerhymes]

The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson

The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to the sea, And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free, The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night, Waned in the gray awakening that heralded the light; Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim The pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, And smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining tree-tops kissed; Then the fiery Scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, And the wind in the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred, The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast, The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, And the bulrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow gray And burnt with cloudy crimson at dawning of the day.

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[sublimerhymes]

To A Billy by James Lister Cuthbertson

OLD BILLY—battered, brown and black With many days of camping, Companion of the bulging sack, And friend in all our tramping: How often on the Friday night— Your cubic measure testing— With jam and tea we stuffed you tight Before we started nesting! How often, in the moonlight pale, Through gums and gullies toiling, We’ve been the first the hill to scale, The first to watch you boiling; When at the lane the tent was spread The silver wattle under, And early shafts of rosy red Cleft sea-born mists asunder! And so, old Billy, you recall A host of sun-burnt faces, And bring us back again to all The best of camping places. True flavour of the bush you bear, Of camp and its surrounding, Of freedom and of open air, Of healthy life abounding. You bring us more—with those we love We watched you boil and bubble, And in the sunny skies above Forgot each schoolboy trouble So not without a kindly glance We eye you in the study, Although you’ve met with some mischance, Although you’re black and muddy!

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