Ah, If The Rich Were Rich As

Science, Nature,-o, I've Yearned To Open Some Page.

Ever The Words Of The Gods Resound; But The Porches Of Man's Ear Seldom In This Low Life's Round Are Unsealed, That He May Hear.

Was Never Secret History But Birds Tell It In The Bowers.

The Other Terror That Scares Us From Self-trust Is Our Consistency; A Reverence For Our Past Act Or Word, Because The Eyes Of Others Have No Other Data For Computing Our Orbit Than Our Past Acts, And We Are Loath To Disappoint Them.

Men Love To Wonder, And That Is The Seed Of Science.