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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coming Era</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEY tell us that the Muse is soon to fly hence,<br>Leaving the bowers of song that once were dear,<br>Her robes bequeathing to her sister, Science,<br>The groves of Pindus for the axe to clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Optics will claim the wandering eye of fancy,<br>Physics will grasp imagination's wings,<br>Plain fact exorcise fiction's necromancy,<br>The workshop hammer where the minstrel sings,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more with laugher at Thalia's frolics<br>Our eyes shall twinkle till the tears run down,<br>But in her place the lecturer on hydraulics<br>Spout forth his watery science to the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more our foolish passions and affections<br>The tragic Muse with mimic grief shall try,<br>But, nobler far, a course of vivisections<br>Teach what it costs a tortured brute to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The unearthed monad, long in buried rocks hid,<br>Shall tell the secret whence our being came;<br>The chemist show us death is life's black oxide,<br>Left when the breath no longer fans its flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instead of crack-brained poets in their attics<br>Filling thin volumes with their flowery talk,<br>There shall be books of wholesome mathematics;<br>The tutor with his blackboard and his chalk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer bards with madrigal and sonnet<br>Shall woo to moonlight walks the ribboned sex,<br>But side by side the beaver and the bonnet<br>Stroll, calmly pondering on some problem's x.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sober bliss of serious calculation<br>Shall mock the trivial joys that fancy drew,<br>And, oh, the rapture of a solved equation,--<br>One self-same answer on the lips of two!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So speak in solemn tones our youthful sages,<br>Patient, severe, laborious, slow, exact,<br>As o'er creation's protoplasmic pages<br>They browse and munch the thistle crops of fact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet we 've sometimes found it rather pleasant<br>To dream again the scenes that Shakespeare drew,--<br>To walk the hill-side with the Scottish peasant<br>Among the daisies wet with morning's dew;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To leave awhile the daylight of the real,<br>Led by the guidance of the master's hand,<br>For the strange radiance of the far ideal,--<br>'The light that never was on sea or land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, Time alone can lift the future's curtain,--<br>Science may teach our children all she knows,<br>But Love will kindle fresh young hearts, 't is certain,<br>And June will not forget her blushing rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, in spite of all that Time is bringing,--<br>Treasures of truth and miracles of art,<br>Beauty and Love will keep the poet singing,<br>And song still live, the science of the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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Leaving the bowers of song that once were dear,
Her robes bequeathing to her sister, Science,
The groves of Pindus for the axe to clear.

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