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
