<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By an Evolutionist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By an Evolutionist</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,<br> And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’<br>And the Lord–‘Not yet; but make it as clean as you can,<br> And then I will let you a better.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I.<br>If my body come from brutes, my soul uncertain or a fable,<br> Why not bask amid the senses while the sun of morning shines,<br>I, the finer brute rejoicing in my hounds, and in my stable,<br> Youth and health, and birth and wealth, and choice of women and of wines?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.<br>What hast thou done for me, grim Old Age, save breaking my bones on the rack?<br> Would I had past in the morning that looks so bright from afar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> OLD AGE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Done for thee? starved the wild beast that was linkt with thee eighty years back.<br> Less weight now for the ladder-of-heaven that hangs on a star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If my body come from brutes, tho’ somewhat finer than their own,<br> I am heir, and this my kingdom. Shall the royal voice be mute?<br>No, but if the rebel subject seek to drag me from the throne,<br> Hold the sceptre, Human Soul, and rule thy province of the brute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have climb’d to the snows of Age, and I gaze at a field in the Past.<br> Where I sank with the body at times in the sloughs of a low desire,<br>But I hear no yelp of the beast, and the Man is quiet at last,<br> As he stands on the heights of his life with a glimpse of a height that is higher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341622" data-title="By an Evolutionist de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="By an Evolutionist The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’ And the Lord–‘Not yet; but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.’ I. If my body come from brut..."></div> </div> </div>

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