Modern Progress

Discovery, and Science, and Invention—
The gods of modern progress—wonders three!
Who dare say, “This surpasses your pretension?”
Or, “Here your end shall be?”

Each day puts on some newer mode or fashion,
And old things suffer change, or take their leave—
Yea, everything but sentiment and passion:
They are as old as Eve.

From zone to zone the lightning bears our message—
But Right and Wrong no better understood:
O'er sea and land we speed with eagle passage—
No readier to do good.

Ah, what avails the progress? what reliance
On constant change? It is no onward move,
If we advance not in His deeper science
That binds the world in love!
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