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Darwin, Erasmus So the learn’d alchemist exulting sees Rise in his bright matrass Diana’s trees; Drop after drop, with just delay, he pours The red-fumed acid on Potosi’s ores; With sudden flash the fierce bullitions rise, And wide in air the gas phlogistic flies; Slow shoot, at length, in many a brilliant mass Metallic roots across the netted glass; Branch after branch extended their silver stems, But into gold, and blossoms into gems.