To Science

By George Sterling

And if thou slay Him, shall the ghost not rise?
    Yea! if thou conquer Him thine enemy,
    His specter from the dark shall visit thee—
Invincible, necessitous and wise.
The tyrant and mirage of human eyes,
    Exhaled upon the spirit's darkened sea,
    Shares He thy moment of eternity,
Thy truth confronted ever with His lies.

Thy banners gleam a little, and are furled;
    Against thy turrets surge His phantom tow'rs;
        Drugged with His opiates the nations nod,
Refusing still the beauty of thine hours;
    And fragile is thy tenure of this world
        Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.

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