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O 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; / Break 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 thee, O Immortal Science, / Let Christ remain.