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Triumph of the Centuries

Distance nor barrier opposes me. Through all space I fling my mysterious reverberations.

Paul, I heard John Doremus read this one night on our station. I thought you’d like to see it. Perhaps Radio World readers would be inspired by it?

John made comment that it was written in the early 1900s, probably as radio was taking hold in America.

I did research on the Internet and was unable to find any information on who Robert H. Davis was.

Tom Jones
KNXR(FM)
Rochester, Minn.

I Am Radio
By Robert H. Davis

Distance nor barrier opposes me. Through all space I fling my mysterious reverberations.

I am the whisper that leaps the hemisphere, the song that echoes around the world, the cadence that rides the ether in a thousand tongues.

I am the wisdom of the ages revived in a single breath, the lullaby of the cradle, the thunder of war, the voice of the state.

I am the litany and the surpliced choir, the trumpet and the reed, the bow and the string, the singer and the song in key with the cosmic chords.

I am the rhythm to dancing feet. I sway the world in rhapsody to the measure of beating hearts. I am the universal orchestra in tune with carnival. I am the life of the marketplace, the thrill of the race, the roar of the ring, the fury of the forum, the cheers of the coliseum. I am the comrade of the sick, the courier to the lonely, the ally that knows no frontier.

I am all of the voices of the earth and the murmur of the multitude merged into one vast articulation.

I am the message from the microphone. I am the conqueror of the void.

I am the triumph of the centuries.

I am radio.

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