648 JAMES CLERK MAXWELL. 



Both Action and Eeaction now are gone. 



Just ere they vanished, 

 Stress joined their hands in peace, and made them one ; 



Then they were banished. 

 The Universe is free from pole to pole, 



Free from all forces. 

 Eejoice ! ye stars like blessed gods ye roll 



On in your courses. 



No more the arrows of the Wrangler race, 



Piercing shall wound you. 

 Forces no more, those symbols of disgrace, 



Dare to surround you: 

 But those whose statements baffle all attacks, 



Safe by evasion, 

 Whose definitions, like a nose of wax, 



Suit each occasion, 



Whose unreflected rainbow far surpassed 



All our inventions, 

 Whose very energy appears at last 



Scant of dimensions : 

 Are these the gods in whom ye put your trust, 



Lordlings and ladies ? 

 The hidden * potency of cosmic dust 



Drives them to Hades. 



While you, brave Tait ! who know so well the way 



Forces to scatter, 

 Calmly await the slow but sure decay, 



Even of Matter. 



(CATS) CRADLE SONG, 

 By a Babe in Knots. 



PETER the Eepeater, 

 Platted round a platter 



1 v,r. secret. 



