AN earnest life in patient labor spent,
A mind for research and a heart that felt,
A sage who dared not scoff, but humbly knelt
Before the shrine of Nature, reverent,
And ne'er the sanction of his science lent
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To those who, impious, sought to trample down
Beneath their feet the sceptre and the crown
Of Deity, or who, with rude hands, rent
The seamless robe. He owned the sacred spell,
Loosed from his feet the sandals ere he trod
A holier place than where the prophet fell
And worshipped prostrate on the hallowed sod;
In the weird legend of the rock and shell
Saw through Creation the Creator, God.
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