Time And Space Decreed His Lot, But Little Man Was Quick To Note: When Time And Space Said Man Might Not, Bravely He Answered, "Nay! I Mote." I Looked On Old New England. Time And Space Stood Fast. Men Built Altars To Distance At Every Mile They Passed. Yet Sleek With Oil, A Force Was Hid Making Mock Of All They Did, Ready At The Appointed Hour To Yield Up To Prometheus The Secular And Well-Drilled Power The Gods Secreted Thus. And Over High Wantastiquet Emulous My Lightnings Ran, Unregarded But Afret, To Fall In With My Plan. I Beheld Two Ministries, One Of Air And One Of Earth, At A Thought I Married These, And My New Age Came To Birth! For Rarely My Purpose Errs Though Oft It Seems To Pause, And Rods And Cylinders Obey My Planets' Laws. Oil I Drew From The Well, And Franklin'S Spark From Its Blue; Time And Distance Fell, And Man Went Forth Anew. On The Prairie And In The Street So Long As My Chariots Roll I Bind Wings To Adam'S Feet, And, Presently, To His Soul!