Were caged a “happy family” cheek-by-jowl and hand in glove,
In this fine old Atom-Molecule,
Of the young World’s proto-prime!
In it Order grew from Chaos, Light out of Darkness shined,
Design sprang up by Accident, Law’s rule from Hazard blind,
The Soul-less Soul evolving—against, not after, kind—
As the Life-less Life developed, and the Mind-less ripened Mind,
In this fine old Atom-Molecule,
Of the young World’s proto-prime!
Then bow down, Mind, to Matter; from brain-fibre, Will, withdraw;