THE SCIENTIFIC ASPIRATION
Would that the dry hot wind called Science came,Forerunner of a higher mystic day,Though vile machine-made commerce clear the way—Though nature losing shame should lose her veil,And ghosts of buried angel-warriors wailThe fall of Heaven, and the relentless SunSmile on, as Abraham’s God forever dies—Lord, give us Darwin’s eyes!
Would that the dry hot wind called Science came,Forerunner of a higher mystic day,Though vile machine-made commerce clear the way—Though nature losing shame should lose her veil,And ghosts of buried angel-warriors wailThe fall of Heaven, and the relentless SunSmile on, as Abraham’s God forever dies—Lord, give us Darwin’s eyes!
Would that the dry hot wind called Science came,Forerunner of a higher mystic day,Though vile machine-made commerce clear the way—Though nature losing shame should lose her veil,And ghosts of buried angel-warriors wailThe fall of Heaven, and the relentless SunSmile on, as Abraham’s God forever dies—Lord, give us Darwin’s eyes!
Would that the dry hot wind called Science came,
Forerunner of a higher mystic day,
Though vile machine-made commerce clear the way—
Though nature losing shame should lose her veil,
And ghosts of buried angel-warriors wail
The fall of Heaven, and the relentless Sun
Smile on, as Abraham’s God forever dies—
Lord, give us Darwin’s eyes!