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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   The mighty forces of mysterious space
      Are one by one subdued by lordly man.
      The awful lightning that for eons ran
      Their devastating and untrammelled race,
   Now bear his messages from place to place
      Like carrier doves. The winds lead on his van;
      The lawless elements no longer can
   Resist his strength, but yield with sullen grace.

   His bold feet scaling heights before untrod,
      Light, darkness, air and water, heat and cold,
         He bids go forth and bring him power and pelf.
   And yet, though ruler, king and demi-god,
      He walks with his fierce passions uncontrolled,
         The conqueror of all things—save himself.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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