My dearest friend, whose clever feat of mind
Hath found a way to shape the weather's course,
A wondrous work of art and heart combined:
The alchemist's storm doth now be ours to force.
And so we'll cast the clouds away with ease,
And make the sky as bright and fair as day;
Though storms will temp'rately come when they please,
We'll always hold the power o'er them to stay.
But should thy work one day be overthrown,
And all our hopes lay scattered o'er the ground,
My only thought shall be that thou hast shown
The world a gift that none can ever bound.
For thy great mind hath yielded us this boon,
To share in nature's glory—'tis thine own!