 | Rudyard Kipling's Verse |  |
THE PROGRESS OF THE SPARK (XVIth Circuit)
(DONNE)
This spark now set, retarded, yet forbearsTo hold her light however so he swears
That turns a metalled crank and, leather-cloked,
With some small hammers tappeth hither and yon;
Peering as when she showeth and when is gone;
For wait he must till the vext Power's evoked
That's one with the lightnings. Wait in the showers soaked;
Or by the road-side sunned. She'll not progress.
Poor soul, here taught how great things may by less
Be stayed, to file contacts doth himself address!
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