11/04/2021
The strange quirks of fate with my Great, Great Grandfather's scrapbook didn't stop there. On the very first page, the very first thing stuck in is a poem entitled 'Light into Darkness'
I've since tried to find more information about the poet or the poem itself, to no avail. It reads:
Adrift on your lotus-bound ocean,
Asleep in your flower-decked ship,
Unheeding the whirlpool's commotion,
Unseeing your life's steady slip;
With ever a thought of earth's sorrow,
Never a glance at its woes,
Never a thought of to-morrow,
Never the cypress bur rose ;
No ear for the wail of the weary,
The cry of the starving for bread,
No light for homes that are dreary,
No touch with the hearts that have bled.
But I know that your heart will awaken,
Your life will be noble and true,
When the mists of your madness are taken
This world will be brighter for you.
And I wait in these hours of sadness
For those hours of coming light
When I'll sing my paean of gladness
After this bitter night
Lona. Ramelton, March 25th