Man by the mountain wall,

On plains or over the spray,

Lifted his voice to call

And was heard no further away

Than any voice of them all.

As soon as night began

Creatures that fly or prowl

Would raise the cry of their clan,

Wolf, lion or owl,

And were heard as far as man.

Marconi came to birth

And before he left us again

Our voice was of greater worth,

For we speak and are heard plain

At the very ends of the earth.

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