Our Profession and Other Poems
Within the ocean run,

The ratio of the vapors

That color sunset skies,

Time's infinitesimal fraction

When planets set and rise,

To solve the problems of the air,

The secrets of the deep,

Are all intrinsic subjects

And worthy of our keep.

But these alone are worthless,

They need augmented force

To lead mind toward the fountain

From which it had its source.

They leave one vital question—

Development of man—

Without e'en crude solution,

Without a working plan.

[Pg 23]

They leave the mighty problem

Of Maker and the Made,


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