Poetry Saturday—Plea To Science

Ella Wheeler WilcoxO Science, reaching backward through the distance,
   Most earnest child of God,
Exposing all the secrets of existence,
   With thy divining rod,
I bid thee speed up to the heights supernal,
   Clear thinker, ne’er sufficed;
Go seek and bind the laws and truths eternal,
   But leave me Christ.

Upon the vanity of pious sages
   Let in the light of day;
Breaking down the superstitions of all ages—
   Thrust bigotry away;
Stride on, and bid all stubborn foes defiance,
   Let Truth and Reason reign:
But I beseech the, O Immortal Science,
   Let Christ remain.

What canst thou give to help me bear my crosses,
   In place of Him, my Lord?
And what to recompense for all my losses,
   And bring me sweet reward?
Thou couldst not with thy clear, cold eyes of reason,
   Thou couldst not comfort me
Like One who passed through that tear-blotted season
   In sad Gethsemane!

Through all the weary, wearing hours of sorrow,
   What word that thou hast said
Would make me strong to wait for some tomorrow
   When I should find my dead?
When I am weak, and desolate, and lonely—
   And prone to follow wrong?
Not thou, O Science—Christ, my Savior, only
   Can make me strong.

Thou art so cold, so lofty, and so distant,
   Though great my need might be,
No prayer, however constant and persistent,
   Couldst bring thee down to me.
Christ stands so near, to help me through each hour,
   To guide me day by day
O Science, sweeping all before thy power—
   Leave Christ, I pray! —Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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