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SCIENTIA CRESCIT: SAPIENTIA . . .?
How oft, Proud Science, in these latter days
Thy name hath grown of honest men abhorred!
Yet with unnumbered miracles hast thou stored
Our treasure-house, revealing easiest ways
Whereby each element in swift relays
Shall serve man's purpose. “Fool, and who else hath poured
“As I such benefactions? At a word
“Flooding earth's darkness with my piercing rays!”
Thy name hath grown of honest men abhorred!
Yet with unnumbered miracles hast thou stored
Our treasure-house, revealing easiest ways
Whereby each element in swift relays
Shall serve man's purpose. “Fool, and who else hath poured
“As I such benefactions? At a word
“Flooding earth's darkness with my piercing rays!”
Great Goddess, pardon! Silent is th' abuse.
Yet oh! might there come with thee locked hand-in-hand
Wisdom, thine elder sister, to restrain
Our senseless energies from wild misuse!
Then were we sworn of thy devoted band
But to ennoble life or soothe its pain.
Yet oh! might there come with thee locked hand-in-hand
Wisdom, thine elder sister, to restrain
Our senseless energies from wild misuse!
Then were we sworn of thy devoted band
But to ennoble life or soothe its pain.
1917.
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