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.