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A MINE FOR REFORMERS
When God resolved to make the world
He gathered all the matter
In Chaos that was mixed and whirled
In unassorted scatter.
He gathered all the matter
In Chaos that was mixed and whirled
In unassorted scatter.
He separated that from this,
And tagged on each a label,
Naming all kinds of substances
As far as he was able.
And tagged on each a label,
Naming all kinds of substances
As far as he was able.
He lacked of learning, though, enough
To execute his aim, for
There still remained a lot of stuff
He hadn't any name for.
To execute his aim, for
There still remained a lot of stuff
He hadn't any name for.
And this (the world completed) lies
Without concatenation—
All unassorted—and supplies
Ideals for all Creation.
Without concatenation—
All unassorted—and supplies
Ideals for all Creation.
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