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SONNET XV
THE SONS OF SCIENCE
I sometimes with a horror past all speech
Shrink from the hands of those we fondly call
Truth-seeking sons of Science. God help all
Whose hapless bodies come within their reach!
Lies are their daily food, and lies they preach
From house to house, in school or lecture hall.
Their coarse foul fleshly blood-tinged hands appal:
Love they disdain, and mercy they impeach.
Shrink from the hands of those we fondly call
Truth-seeking sons of Science. God help all
Whose hapless bodies come within their reach!
Lies are their daily food, and lies they preach
From house to house, in school or lecture hall.
Their coarse foul fleshly blood-tinged hands appal:
Love they disdain, and mercy they impeach.
England is blinded, hood-winked once again.
“Cancer research!” Unutterable crime.
No truth that saves the race, no gift sublime
Was ever wrenched from out the hideous pain
Of writhing rabbits. Mankind will not climb
To heaven through Vivisection's hell-deep drain.
“Cancer research!” Unutterable crime.
No truth that saves the race, no gift sublime
Was ever wrenched from out the hideous pain
Of writhing rabbits. Mankind will not climb
To heaven through Vivisection's hell-deep drain.
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