So, while Lucretian wonders I rehearse,
Augusta's sons shall patronise my verse.
I sing of Atoms, whose creative brain,
With eddying impulse, built new Drury Lane;
Not to the labours of subservient man,
To no young Wyatt appertains the plan—
We mortals stalk, like horses in a mill,
Impassive media of atomic will;
Ye stare! then Truth's broad talisman discern—
'Tis Demonstration speaks—attend, and learn!