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Nikola Tesla, Novice
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I knock and—the bedlam of the street.
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Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet—
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It would be useless to remonstrate."
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"Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late,
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When is your friend Tesla coming up."
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Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup.
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These masters of mine may do the rest.
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Perhaps I failed, but I did my best,
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And I am content to stay behind,
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My followers are of stronger mind
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For grasping schemes so finely spun.
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I am much too ignorant, my son,
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And wrong the laws you thought immutable.
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Says: matter and force are transmutable
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Puts on your high teaching all the blame.
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Now a long haired crank, Einstein by name,
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And turned your great science upside down.
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Too bad, Sir Isaac, they dimmed your renown