A Mine for Reformers

When God resolved to make the world
  He gathered all the matter
In Chaos that was mixed and whirled
  In unassorted scatter.

He separated that from this,
  And tagged on each a label,
Naming all kinds of substances
  As far as he was able.

He lacked of learning, though, enough
  To execute his aim, for
There still remained a lot of stuff
  He hadn’t any name for.

And this (the world completed) lies
  Without concatenation⁠—
All unassorted⁠—and supplies
  Ideals for all Creation.