A swift campaign of coal, electric light, Indoors, where whining winds cannot prevail, Is proud rebuff to primal nature's fright. We act, and shape the earth to monuments Of human needs - we conquer dark with thought. This glow, aflame in human tenements Burns undimmed where human ends are sought. This feral night would smother with its fate, But that we think, we choose - and we create. I am admonishing myself now.
Surrender is postponed.
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