At Seventy-Five, And Other Poems; A Birthday Souvenir, August 27, 1832. August 27, 1907 By W.t. Moore
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ...to save their folly from contempt, By nailing it to something that's exempt From e'en suspicion of deceitful ways; And thus was named the "Christian Science" craze. But this of all the crazes...
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of our times Has least to recommend it; for our crimes Are all imagination, if 'tis true That pain's not pain and black is only blue. We must be careful here, for at this point Is where they say our reas'ning's out of joint. They tell us that our logic's poor and weak, Because we do not understand the Greek, From which we get our noblest reas'ning terms; In which all Christian Science finds its germs. To which reply we make, without much fuss: All nonsense we reject; 'tis Greek, to us. It may be true a rose smells just the same, Though designated by some other name; But take the name away from this new fad, And nothing's really left; however sad This fact, when realized, may make some feel, Who now to common sense heed no appeal. The name, though plausible, will never do, It teaches what is more than half untrue; Its Christian Hamlet, with his part left out, Its science, all our knowledge turned to doubt. These terms, when joined, describe a strange compound, The like of which on earth can ne'er be found; It makes all faith a superstitious jest, And medicine a very dang'rous pest. Can such a stupid, foolish craze prevail For any length of time, to tell the tale Of human weakness, and how ign'rance reigns Among e'en those who are not void of brains? Perhaps it is permitted on the ground, That silly foolishness, wherever found, Is used to show, by contrast, common sense; In such a view the craze gives recompense. Looked at from this broad, gen'rous point of view, There's nothing more for us to say or do, Than to regard the science and its lights, Precisely as w...