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In size infinitesimal, in potencies though great, 

 And self-formed for developing at a prodigious rate- 

 Like a fine old Atom-Molecule, 

 Of the young World's proto-prime ! 



In it slept all the forces in our cosmos that run rife, 

 To stir Creation's giants or its microscopic life ; 

 Harmonious in discord, and cooperant in strife, 

 To this small cell committed, the World lived with his 

 Wife 



In this fine old Atom-Molecule, 



Of the young World's proto-prime ! 



In this autoplastic archetype of Protean protein lay 



All the humans Space has room for, or for whom Time 



makes a day, 



From the'Sage whose words of wisdom Prince or Parlia- 

 ment obey, 



To the Parrots who but prattle, and the Asses who but 

 bray- 

 So full was this Atom-Molecule, 

 Of the young World's proto-prime ! 



All brute-life, from Lamb to Lion, from the Serpent to 

 the Dove, 



All that pains the sense or pleases, all the heart can 

 loathe or love, 



All instincts that drag downwards, all desires that up- 

 wards move, 



Were caged, a " happy family," cheek-by-jowl and hand- 

 in-glove, 



In this fine old Atom-Molecule, 

 Of the young World's proto-prime ! 



In it Order grew from Chaos, Light out of Darkness 



shined, 

 Design sprang up by Accident, Law's rule from Hazard 



blind, 



