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 Wisdom-s 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
Love-s 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.