“AD INFINITUM”

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 10, 12 August 1946, Page 7

“AD INFINITUM”

The waves of time keep rolling on, Aeons have come and aeons have gone, To emulate the Almighty’s will, To whom a thousand livelong years, With all their tragedy, laughter, tears, Are but as yesterday. Well might the great Jehovah laugh At the human windbourne chaff, Whirled onward down the tide of time, As the passing years their numbers chime, Upon the everlasting bell, Whose deep tpnes boom or’er hill and dell, Where succeeding generations dwell, From whence they come, to where they’re gone, The answer is oblivion, As far as human eye can see, The beginning and end is destiny, And destiny’s a problem deep, May be but a transcient sleep, From which a soul awakes to be, A babe upon its mother’s knee, That knoweth not from whence it came, Into a world of sin and shame, Of joy and sorrow, laughter, tears, That come with the ensuing years, That are notches on man’s stick of time, From morn, till evensong, the chime, That calls the labourer from his toil, Bids others burn the midnight oil, For some must toil, while other’s sleep, Upon humanity’s restless deep, Whose waves roll on for evermore, To break upon the eternal shore; Flotsam and jetsam all must go, Proud ships and derelict of woe, To the haven beyond life’s farthest shore, From whence voyagers return no more, Where differences and distinctions end, Where creeds and colours and races blend Into a perfect eternal whole, The Infinite Almighty Soul. H. SERGANT.