author - "Frank Channing Haddock"
fying space,In flaring furnace of the smelted ore,In haunts of coal and steam below the whirling wheels,Life laughs and sings and thundersAn oratorio merging all the powers of harmony,And hails the high-born Thief,As giver of ethereal fire.The atomic thrill waits also the clear callTo lift dull bodies till the joy of fleshBecomes a common luxury;--To vibrate rhythmically swiftThrough all the responsive cells of thoughtTill a man might solemnly holdAll things are possible on the bursting
fying space,In flaring furnace of the smelted ore,In haunts of coal and steam below the whirling wheels,Life laughs and sings and thundersAn oratorio merging all the powers of harmony,And hails the high-born Thief,As giver of ethereal fire.The atomic thrill waits also the clear callTo lift dull bodies till the joy of fleshBecomes a common luxury;--To vibrate rhythmically swiftThrough all the responsive cells of thoughtTill a man might solemnly holdAll things are possible on the bursting