Poems of Experience by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
page 52 of 83 (62%)
page 52 of 83 (62%)
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'Twas then the red rose turned to white -
So was the tale told me. I LOOK TO SCIENCE I look to Science for the cure of Crime; To patient righting of a thousand wrongs; To final healing of a thousand ills. Blind runner now, and cruel egotist It yet leads on to more than mortal sight, And the large knowledge that means humbleness, And tender love for all created things. I look to Science for the Coming Race Growing from seed selected; and from soil Love fertilised; and pruned by wisdom's hand, Till out of mortal man spring demi-gods, Strong primal creatures with awakened souls And normal passions, governed by the will, Leaving a trail of glory where they tread. I look to Science for the growth of faith. That bold denier of accepted creeds - That mighty doubter of accepted truths - Shall yet reveal God's secrets to the world, And prove the facts it seeks to overthrow. |
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