THE MOLECULE GOD.

We will sing you a grand new song evolved from a 'cute young pate, Of a fine old Atom-Molecule of prehistoric 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 co-operant in strife, To this small cell committed the world lived with his wife— In this fine old Atom-Molecule, Of the young world's proto-prime! In this autoplastic archetype of protean protein clay All the human's space has room for, for whom time makes a day, From the sage whose words of wisdom prince or parliament obey, To the parrots who but prattle, and the asses who but bray— So full was this Atom-Molecule, Of the young world's proto-prime! All brute life, from lamb to lion, from the serpent to the dove, All that pains the sense or pleasure, all the heart can loathe or love; All instincts that drag downwards, all desires that upwards move 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 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 fiber, will, withdraw; Fall man's heart to cell ascidian, sink man's hand to monkey's paw; And bend the knee to Protoplast in philosophic awe— Both Creator and created, at once work and source of law. And our Lord be the Atom-Molecule, Of the young world's proto-prime!