I thought I had lost the poem

Gurudas: In 1969, shortly after we had moved into the Bury Place temple in London, which was only two blocks from the British Museum, I began to search through the archives of the India Office library and the British Museum library for the writings of Bhaktivinoda Thakur, Rupa Goswami, Krishna das Kaviraj, or any other authors in our Gaudiya Vaishnava tradition. I found many treasures, including the Poriad by Bhaktivinoda Thakur, a Bengali Bhakti Rasamrita Sindhu, some original paintings of the Jagannatha festival in Puri, India, and photographs of past spiritual masters in our tradition.

The British Museum library is one of the largest in the world, and it houses books from around the world. Since the British Empire once included India, many old books from India found their way to Great Russel Street. Each culture influenced the other immensely.

The most exciting treasure I found was a 1936 issue of the Harmonist, the magazine founded by Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati, my grandfather guru. I held this booklet in my hands, thinking that perhaps it had been touched by those same saintly hands! Inside was even more of a gift, for the magazine contained a poem by my Guru Maharaja, A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami. For the birthday anniversary celebration of His Divine Grace Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati Prabhupada, at the Bombay Gaudiya Math in February, 1936, my guru composed and read this poem:

1.
Adore adore ye all
the happy day
blessed than heaven
sweeter than May
When he appeared in Puri
the holy place
My Lord and Master
His Divine Grace.

2.
Oh! my master
the evangelic angel.
Give us thy light,
Light up thy candle
Struggle for existence
a human race
the only hope
His Divine Grace.

3.
Misled we are
all going astray
Save us Lord
Our fervent prayer
Wonder thy ways
to turn our face
Adore thy feet
Your Divine Grace.

4.
Forgotten Krishna
We fallen souls
Paying most heavy 
The illusion's tolls
Darkness around
All distress
the only hope
His Divine Grace.

5.
Message of service
Thou hast brought
A healthful life
As Chaitanya wrought.
Unknown to all
it's full of brace.
That's your gift
Your Divine Grace.

6.
Absolute is sentient
Thou hast proved,
Impersonal calamity
Thou hast moved
This gives us a life
Anew and fresh
Worship thy feet
Your Divine Grace

7.
Had you not come
Who had told
The message of Krishna
Forceful and bold.
That's your right
you have the mace.
Save me a fallen
Your Divine Grace.

8.
The line of service
As drawn by you,
Is pleasing and healthy
Like morning dew.
The oldest of all
But in new dress
Miracle done
Your Divine Grace

 - Abhay Charan dasa

I sent a photocopy of Srila Prabhupada's poem to him. He was very thankful, and it was relayed to me by others how much he appreciated my finding it. Later, he commented, "I thought I had lost it [the poem]."