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GALVANI.
Thou marvel, life, the indescribable!Whether in spirit, seeming then concrete,
Perpetual motion, or pervading heat,
Or matter's subtlest web, thy might doth dwell,
How rare, how rank, how various is thy form!
Behold, thou lurkest in the fallow clod,
Climbest the fir, and grovellest with the worm,
Reignest in man, and ridest on the storm,
Peopling far worlds,—how many who can tell?
The simple universal breath of God:
We, darkling children, may not compass more
Than note thine influences, still the same,
One cause, though Legion in effect and name,
And with Galvani gratefully adore.
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