“Of molecules and protoplasm you matter-mongers prompt to prate; “Of jelly-speck development and apes that grew to man’s estate.”

Vain cavil! all that is hath come either by Mir’acle or by Law;— Why waste on this your hate and fear, why waste on that your love and awe?

Why heap such hatred on a word, why “Prototype” to type assign, Why upon matter spirit mass? wants an appendix your design?

Is not the highest honour his who from the worst hath drawn the best; May not your Maker make the world from matter, an it suit His hest?

Nay more, the sordider the stuff the cunninger the workman’s hand: Cease, then, your own Almighty Power to bind, to bound, to understand.