Woman free

by Ellis Ethelmer

LIV.

True science finds its own by kindlier quest,

Nor lowers itself to torture’s loathsome test;

Multiplies not the sentient being’s pain,

But makes a keener lens of man’s own brain;

Seeks not by outrage dire a soul to grasp,

Or dimly trace its agonising gasp;

But surer learns what fire that soul may move,

Not wrung with deathly pang, but thrilled by breath of love.