Who fought for female as for food when Mays awoke to warm desire; And such the Lust that grew to Love when Fancy lent a purer fire.

Where then “Th’ Eternal nature-law by God engraved on human heart?” Behold his simiad sconce and own the Thing could play no higher part.

Yet, as long ages rolled, he learnt from Beaver, Ape and Ant to build Shelter for sire and dam and brood, from blast and blaze that hurt and killed;

And last came Fire; when scrap of stone cast on the flame that lit his den, Gave out the shining ore, and made the Lord of beasts a Lord of men.

The “moral sense,” your Zâhid-phrase, is but the gift of latest years; Conscience was born when man had shed his fur, his tail, his pointed ears.