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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Robert UnderwoodJohnson

1109 In Tesla’s Laboratory

HERE in the dark what ghostly figures press!—

No phantom of the Past, or grim or sad;

No wailing spirit of woe; no spectre, clad

In white and wandering cloud, whose dumb distress

Is that its crime it never may confess;

No shape from the strewn sea; nor they that add

The link of Life and Death,—the tearless mad,

That live nor die in dreary nothingness:

But blessed spirits waiting to be born—

Thoughts to unlock the fettering chains of Things;

The Better Time; the Universal Good.

Their smile is like the joyous break of morn;

How fair, how near, how wistfully they brood!

Listen! that murmur is of angels’ wings.