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PROGRESS.
Each generation of the human mindNeeds larger swaddling-clothes; the very breast
Of Science now gives milk to babes: babes blest
With scientific toys, express-designed
To rouse them to draw further Nature's blind;
The young philosopher his drum must test,
The sound and fury of Life's later quest
Forestalling; one same moral both behind.
The worn-out mental garments of the past
Make rags for paper for new theories.
Ideas tabooed once take root and grow fast
In larger brains; while Science creeps, dives, flies:
Life is but electricity at last;
One missing link Man to Gorilla ties!
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