POEMS.
47
Darkness soon went on a trip of pleasure,
With plenty of means and a son at leisure.
With plenty of means and a son at leisure.
Light met them on eve of their departure
Across the seas to friends o'er the water.
Across the seas to friends o'er the water.
Ere the farewell between them was ended,
Some talk about their mother was blended.
Some talk about their mother was blended.
Their mother was left to Light's kind care,
For Darkness would not her pleasure spare.
For Darkness would not her pleasure spare.
That trust was ever held sacred by Light,
Who ever attended by day and by night,
Who ever attended by day and by night,
Faithful remained to death's dark portal,
Leaving Light forever a sad lonely mortal.
Leaving Light forever a sad lonely mortal.
Darkness returned to the land of her birth,
And found her mother no longer on earth.
And found her mother no longer on earth.
Her true feelings may be stated in brief,
Remarking to Light that "it was a relief."
Remarking to Light that "it was a relief."
Light patiently waited for Darkness' return,
Their mother's affairs from her to learn.
Their mother's affairs from her to learn.
Light then might settle their mother's estate,
And for Darkness' return did anxiously wait.
And for Darkness' return did anxiously wait.
