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Rh What behaved well in the past, or behaves well
 * to-day, is not such a wonder,

The wonder is, always and always, how can there be
 * a mean man or an infidel.

Endless unfolding of words of ages! And mine a word of the modern—a word en-masse.

A word of the faith that never balks, One time as good as another time—here or hence-
 * forward, it is all the same to me.

A word of reality—materialism first and last imbuing.

Hurrah for positive Science! long live exact demonstration! Fetch stonecrop, mixt with cedar and branches of
 * lilac,

This is the lexicographer—this the chemist—this
 * made a grammar of the old cartouches,

These mariners put the ship through dangerous
 * unknown seas,

This is the geologist—this works with the scalpel—
 * and this is a mathematician.

Gentlemen! I receive you, and attach and clasp
 * hands with you,

The facts are useful and real—they are not my
 * dwelling—I enter by them to an area of the
 * dwelling.

I am less the reminder of property or qualities, and
 * more the reminder of life,

Rh