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The farthest thunder that I heard / Was nearer than the sky, / And rumbles still, though torrid noons / Have lain their missiles by.
The lightning that preceded it / Struck no one but myself, / But I would not exchange the bolt / For all the rest of life.
Indebtedness to oxygen / The chemist may repay, / But not the obligation / To electricity.
It founds the homes and decks the days, / And every clamor bright / Is but the gleam concomitant / Of that waylaying light.
The thought is quiet as a flake, -- / A crash without a sound; / How life's reverberation / Its explanation found!