dynamo-electric machine, though small, was robust, for

Visible emperor of the deeds of Time,

With Justice still the genius of his rhyme,

Giving each man his due, each passion grace,

Impartial as the rain from Heaven's face

Or sunshine from the heaven-enthroned sun.

Sweet Swan of Avon, come to us again.

Teach us to write, and writing, to be men.

Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul