Iii

Vain, vain the visions—vain, Dreams that intoxicate In the dark day when men Come face to face with fate.

Not out of knowledge grown The empty dogmas rise, But gilded bubbles blown From the foul froth of lies.

Cease! Let the lies be hurl’d Back to the darkling past. Truth, only, saves the world, And Science rules the vast.

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