Walter William Strickland, Two Mock Epics (1894–1914)
“ Ina long chain that has no ending; Though, to a mind that sees and thinks, A boundless net, through all things wending, Were amore apt similitude; Our narrow, lancet minds perceiving One file of meshes, and believing That to be all, as eyes conclude, Because so moulded by our sight, In rays and pencils springs the light That rolls through all things infinite,— One strand, I say, of causes and Effects was twisted in the land Of Yankee, which I place my trust on To save Sir Blasius from combustion. ”
