Classic Poem

O god, thy " Holy Church infallible "
Did place thee on the " Index, " in the name
Of thy son Kepler, who with single aim
Sought out thy starry steps, and dared to tell
Thy secret, that the world had failed to spell
For ages. And now, once again, the shame
Of thy true prophet, banned with evil fame,
The chorus of the Church's curse doth swell.

But, as did Kepler, so hath Darwin done!
With childlike seeking, he found out the way
Where God's mysterious feet had trod before,
And humbly followed. Planet thus and sun
Hold one's high fame in keeping; and for aye
Men's loving lips will tell the other o'er.