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TO NIKOLA TESLA
If power and confidence were wed as one
In thy bold search o'er that far heavenward track,
Renown as dominant thou shouldst not lack
As all that fable on her dim loom hath spun.
Thou shouldst be held in high communion
With him Caucasian agonies did wrack;
With Atlas, pondering Earth on his huge back;
Or even Apollo, charioting the sun.
In thy bold search o'er that far heavenward track,
Renown as dominant thou shouldst not lack
As all that fable on her dim loom hath spun.
Thou shouldst be held in high communion
With him Caucasian agonies did wrack;
With Atlas, pondering Earth on his huge back;
Or even Apollo, charioting the sun.
Yet ah, too venturous, though man's toil may wrest
Rich ores and gems from his dull globe's domain
And bid their smothered light subservient shine,
What mortal here, when spiritual his quest,
Hath pick or spade that shall not quarry in vain
Those blue vaults of Eternity's vast mine?
Rich ores and gems from his dull globe's domain
And bid their smothered light subservient shine,
What mortal here, when spiritual his quest,
Hath pick or spade that shall not quarry in vain
Those blue vaults of Eternity's vast mine?
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