Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . [35] Digitized by Microsoft® All that we know of DeviltryWas equally well known of yore;So we but tread an ancient shoreWhere all the pebbles we behold Have been gone oer. Things we thought dead or stowed away-The curtained corner, turned down light,Now boldly flout the face of day,Resuming in fair Science name Their ancient sway. Science enamored is of Light,For wandering in the darkest nightTracing the ultra-violet rayShe only hopes to prove some is no night; But, says the ruthless modem mind,What makes all things so devilish?Tell u
Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . [35] Digitized by Microsoft® All that we know of DeviltryWas equally well known of yore;So we but tread an ancient shoreWhere all the pebbles we behold Have been gone oer. Things we thought dead or stowed away-The curtained corner, turned down light,Now boldly flout the face of day,Resuming in fair Science name Their ancient sway. Science enamored is of Light,For wandering in the darkest nightTracing the ultra-violet rayShe only hopes to prove some is no night; But, says the ruthless modem mind,What makes all things so devilish?Tell us the Truth; no more, no less;Were always put off with a guess,Always a guess. The more we ponder on the more we need a good digestion;Some swallow all and let it was the good old-fashioned pious way! Let good digestion wait on allRemains, we fear, a pious wishIn view of this enormous makes all things so devilish? Yes, devilish. [36] Digitized by Microsoft®. Madness Saints taking things so seriouslyBring on the very Hell they every mad-house shows some oneWho saved his soul, but lost his head. Nor is it safe to stop half wayFor Dante shows as clear as dayThat tis the hesitating SoulsThat in the end, the dearest pay. (March 2, 1915.) [37] Digitized by Microsoft® We fear good folks must shut their eyes,Or never read or realize,How much the Saints all have to tellAnd how on it they love to dwell—We speak of Hell. In these days its kept out of sight,For fear it might annoy or fright,Tis so depressing in the night,In fact its out of fashion quite—But is this right? It was prepared with so much careIn hopes of sending thousands , twould make old Dante stareTo find his Hell now almost bare—So few go there. But do not let us overween,What has been may again be seen;Names change, but things remain the same;So we may see his Hell again— With all its pain. Saints many different stories all agree upon a Hell
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