Lo! keen-eyed, towering Science!
As from tall peaks the Modern overlooking,
Successive, absolute fiats issuing.
  
Yet again, lo! the Soul -- above all science;
For it, has History gather'd like a husk around the globe;
For it, the entire star-myriads roll through the sky.
  
In spiral roads, by long detours,
(As a much-tacking ship upon the sea,)
For it, the partial to the permanent flowing,
For it, the Real to the Ideal tends.
  
For it, the mystic evolution;
Not the right only justified -- what we call evil also justified.
  
Forth from their masks, no matter what,
From the huge, festering trunk -- from craft and guile and tears,
Health to emerge, and joy -- joy universal.
  
Out of the bulk, the morbid and the shallow,
Out of the bad majority -- the varied, countless frauds of men and States,
  
Electric, antiseptic yet -- cleaving, suffusing all,
Only the good is universal.