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Man hath harnessed the lightning; / Man hath soared to the skies; / Mountain and hill are clay to his will; / Skilful he is, and wise.
Sea to sea hath he wedded, / Canceled the chasm of space, / Given defeat to cold and heat; / Splendour is his, and grace.
His are the topless turrets; / His are the plumbless pits; / Earth is slave to his architrave, / Heaven is thrall to his wits.
And so in the golden future, / He who hath dulled the storm / (As said above) may make a glove / That'll keep my fingers warm.