Of a fine old Atom-Molecule of pre-historic date,
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 coöperant in strife,
To this small cell committed, the World lived with his Wife—
In this fine old Atom-Molecule,