30.07.2007, 10:22
Sir Oliver Lodge
A hint may guide us on a chartless sea,
As birds of passage on the Western main
Led great Columbus o'er the watery plain;
Or as the golden dreams of alchemy
Once blazed the way for modern chemistry
With all the growing wonders that we know;
And now the psychic's wireless flashes throw
A glimmer on the tide of destiny.
For we are slowly working towards the light
And breaking down the prison walls that hide.
Says Lodge, our loved ones passed from earthly sight,
Like men who in a tunnell, sundered wide,
Hear muffled voices strange, yet sense aright
Their lost companions on the other side.
A hint may guide us on a chartless sea,
As birds of passage on the Western main
Led great Columbus o'er the watery plain;
Or as the golden dreams of alchemy
Once blazed the way for modern chemistry
With all the growing wonders that we know;
And now the psychic's wireless flashes throw
A glimmer on the tide of destiny.
For we are slowly working towards the light
And breaking down the prison walls that hide.
Says Lodge, our loved ones passed from earthly sight,
Like men who in a tunnell, sundered wide,
Hear muffled voices strange, yet sense aright
Their lost companions on the other side.