Let me sing of the place of Daylesford,
home of the holiday maker, the humming bird, and the verdant stream of minerals.
Daylesford, a place to visit before the Evening Star rises in the East and the lights go on …
The lights then glow from the Convent, high on the Daylesford hills
Home of the Gold Commissioner, then presbytery,
a source of light and edification for the Central Victorian community of Daylesford.
Today I sing of the place of Daylesford
before the Evening Star rises
from the comfort of the Convent Gallery
on the hills of the town and its community.
The Convent Gallery, once nunnery
now houses wonder works of Australian art
graphics from the Windjidarri, pots from who knows where
all united in Beauty and Peacefulness
in this world of war and regrets
And the egrets and humming birds sing in the trees
this religious place of Daylesford.
But this place, this place of Daylesford
is a wonderful home to the Convent
to be seen by the tourist, the mineral drinker and art lover
studied in its aging glory.
Mount the steps to the single room surgery
now lacking all symbols of love
or look at the stained glass windows
or the view of this place we call Daylesford.
“Come buy me” say the artworks
“Light a candle to God” says a sign
A slim candle soon lit gives an aura
Of love, of home, of a country town.
God bless, thee, sweet town of Daylesford
Bless thy plants trees and birds
For the world neeeds more homes like dear Daylesford
And more convents to shine in the dark.
View from the interior of the Daylesford Convent.
A song poem about Daylesford, in country Victoria, Australia, based on an Aboriginal Song Cycle. One such cycle (sung by the Wonguri-Mandjigai people, and translated by Ronald M. Berndt) begins: “Up and up soars the Evening Star, hanging there in the sky,/ Men watch it at the place of the Dugong and of the Clouds, and of the Evening Star…”