And then came Science with her torch red-lit
And cosmic marvels round her glowing head
The primal cell, the worm, the quadruped
Striving to make each to the other fit.
Tongue-trumpeting her own unchallenged wit,
She offered me the woof of Wisdoms thread,
And Truth and Purity that hourly tread
The paths where sages in their wonder sit.
And still I smiled and kissed you with a sob.
My lips on yours, I heard, high up above
Loves feet ring laughter on the starry sod
And felt the echo through our bosoms throb.
Beloved, Science ends in our pure love
Which shares alone the secrets of our God.
