Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Upon Finding My Old Copy of Paradise Lost
Sacred to the memory of Tod Mixson, Robert Conn, and Dr. Huston Diehl
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold
-Milton, “On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity”
With notes by Dr. Diehl, of happy memory
And my poor scribbles in the hand of callow youth
As memories of Thursday nights with Robert and Tod
Fetch back a golden age when we were young
Styrofoamed coffee (and sometimes Scotch)
We fogged the air with our pipes and thoughts
“Umbrageous grots” and “snaky sorceress”
Became our private jokes in public places
But now
I pray that we will laugh again at “dismal universal hiss”
When someday all are freed from this silence cold
They hand in hand with wand’ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took thir solitary way.
-PL XII.648-649
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