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Creo que lo más parecido a un "corrido" dedicado a Sir Isaac Newton sería la siguiente Oda a Newton que escribió en 1686, Sir Edmund Halley (otro renombrado científico del siglo XVII -XVIII y contemporáneo del gran físico inglés):

Ode to Isaac Newton

Lo, for your gaze, the pattern of the skies!

What balance of the mass, what reckonings

Divine! Here ponder too the Laws which God,

Framing the Universe, set not aside

But made the fixed foundations of his work.

The inmost place of the heavens, now gained,

Break into view, nor longer hidden is

The force that turns the farthest orb. The sun

Exalted on his throne bids all things tend

Toward him by inclination and descent,

Nor suffer that the courses of the stars

Be straight, as through the boundless void they move,

But with himself as centre speeds them on

In motionless ellipses. Now we know

The sharply veering ways of comets, once

A source of dread, nor longer do we quail

Beneath appearances of bearded stars.

At last we learn wherefore the silver moon

Once seemed to travel with unequal steps,

As if she scorned to suit her pace to numbers -

Till now made clear to no astronomer;

Why, though the Seasons go and then return,

The Hours move ever forward on their way;

Explained too are the forces of the deep,

How roaming Cynthia bestirs the tides,

Whereby the surf, deserting now the kelp

Along the shore, exposes shoals of sand

Suspected by the sailors, now in turn

Driving its billows high upon the beach.

Matters that vexed the minds of ancient seers,

And for our learned doctors often led

to loud and vain contention, now are seen

In reason's light, the clouds of ignorance

Dispelled at last by science. Those on whom

Delusion cast its gloomy pall of doubt,

Upborne now on the wings that genius lends,

May penetrate the mansions of the gods

And scale the heights of heaven. O mortal men,

Arise! And, casting off your earthly cares,

Learn ye the potency of heaven-born mind,

Its thought and life far from the herd withdrawn!

The man who through the tables of the laws

Once banished theft and murder, who suppressed

Adultery and crimes of broken faith,

And put the roving peoples into cities

Girt round with walls, was founder of the state,

While he who blessed the race with Ceres' gift,

Who pressed from grapes an anodyne to care,

Or showed how on the tissue made from reeds

growing behind the Nile one may inscribe

Symbols of sound and so present the voice

For sight to grasp, did lighten human lot,

Offsetting thus the miseries of life

With some felicity. But now, behold,

Admitted to the banquets of the gods,

We contemplate the polities of heaven;

Discern the changeless order of the world

And all the aeons of its history.

Then ye who now on heavenly nectar fare,

Come celebrate with me in song the name

Of Newton, to the Muses dear; for he

Unlocked the hidden treasuries of Truth:

So richly through his mind had Phoebus cast

The radiance of his own divinity.

Nearer the gods no mortal may approach.

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