A Mine for Reformers

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A Mine for Reformers

When God resolved to make the world

He gathered all the matter

In Chaos that was mixed and whirled

In unassorted scatter.

He separated that from this,

And tagged on each a label,

Naming all kinds of substances

As far as he was able.

He lacked of learning, though, enough

To execute his aim, for

There still remained a lot of stuff

He hadn’t any name for.

And this (the world completed) lies

Without concatenation⁠—

All unassorted⁠—and supplies

Ideals for all Creation.