What parts, what gems, what colors shine,--
Ah, but I miss the grand design.



Like vaulters in a circus round
Who leap from horse to horse, but never touch the ground.



For Genius made his cabin wide,
And Love led Gods therein to bide.



The atom displaces all atoms beside,
And Genius unspheres all souls that abide.



To transmute crime to wisdom, so to stem
The vice of Japhet by the thought of Shem.



He could condense cerulean ether
Into the very best sole-leather.