The soldier’s glory, and his country’s need—
Self-sacrificing love—self-seeking greed—
The false religion some vain bigots prize,
Which seeks to win a soul by telling lies—
And even pseudo-scientific clatter—
All these, he says, are but the work of Matter.
Thus, self-made science, like a self-made man,
Deems naught uncomprehended in its plan;
Sees naught he can’t explain by his own laws.
The time has come, at length, to bid him pause,