30.07.2007, 10:12
A Kindly Light from Edison
Born with a passion from his boyhood days
To mould great nature to his vast desire,
He strung his incandescent lamps on wire,
And telegraphed on single lines four ways,
Wrought day and night in God's eternal maze
To find the clues that set the world on fire,
With phones and motion pictures to inspire
And phonographs--the marvels of his age.
Then Fortune placed him in a mansion fair
Where love shed on his heart a light divine;
For looking on his home and garden rare
He said unto a friend: This is too fine
For me, but not too fine for one I care
The most of all--this little wife of mine.
Born with a passion from his boyhood days
To mould great nature to his vast desire,
He strung his incandescent lamps on wire,
And telegraphed on single lines four ways,
Wrought day and night in God's eternal maze
To find the clues that set the world on fire,
With phones and motion pictures to inspire
And phonographs--the marvels of his age.
Then Fortune placed him in a mansion fair
Where love shed on his heart a light divine;
For looking on his home and garden rare
He said unto a friend: This is too fine
For me, but not too fine for one I care
The most of all--this little wife of mine.