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SCIENTIFIC THEORIES.
O Science! proud Iconoclast, thy wayIs strewed with fragments of our reverence
And love—idols with small or no pretence,
Right oft, upon their pedestals to stay,
The light oft intercepting of God's day,
E'en in His Temple! Light too pure, intense,
Which puts the eye out, dazzles the weak sense
Of mere Humanity, after its clay
Shaping its images. But take thou good heed
Thou dost not, in self-blindness and self-pride,
Pluck down the Temple's self, and, in its stead
And on its ruins, strewèd far and wide,
Building as not for Living but True-dead,
A cenotaph for Man's lost Soul provide!
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