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Poems About Science

Table of Contents

  1. To Science by Lucretia Maria Davidson
  2. Old-Fashioned by Emily Dickinson
  3. The Philosopher With His Kite by Hannah Flagg Gould

  1. To Science

    by Lucretia Maria Davidson

    Let others in false Pleasure's court be found,
    But may I ne'er be whirled the giddy round;
    Let me ascend with Genius' rapid flight,
    Till the fair hill of Science meets my sight.
    Blest with a pilot who my feet will guide,
    Direct my way, whene'er I step aside;
    May one bright ray of Science on me shine,
    And be the gift of learning ever mine.

  2. Old Fashioned

    by Emily Dickinson

    Arcturus is his other name, —
    I'd rather call him star!
    It's so unkind of science
    To go and interfere!

    I pull a flower from the woods, —
    A monster with a glass
    Computes the stamens in a breath,
    And has her in a class.

    Whereas I took the butterfly
    Aforetime in my hat,
    He sits erect in cabinets,
    The clover-bells forgot.

    What once was heaven, is zenith now.
    Where I proposed to go
    When time's brief masquerade was done,
    Is mapped, and charted too!

    What if the poles should frisk about
    And stand upon their heads!
    I hope I 'm ready for the worst,
    Whatever prank betides!

    Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's changed!
    I hope the children there
    Won't be new-fashioned when I come,
    And laugh at me, and stare!

    I hope the father in the skies
    Will lift his little girl, —
    Old-fashioned, naughty, everything, —
    Over the stile of pearl!

  3. The Philosopher With His Kite

    by Hannah Flagg Gould

    Flying a kite! at a childish play!
    Is FRANKLIN mad? Have his noble powers
    Of mind been crushed? Is this the way
    A wise Philosopher spends his hours?

    'I am not mad,' he calmly said,
    And gave the line to his silken kite,
    As into the regions of air she sped,
    And pulled for more, in upward flight.

    'I'm going to do what none has done,
    Since man has breathed, or the spheres have whirled;
    To show the lightning where to run,
    And to turn its point for the rising world!

    'The secret sparks, that the vapors wrap
    In their dusky folds, I'm going to bring
    Across my kite with her iron cap,
    And down to me on a hempen string.

    'Ere yonder threatening cloud shall wink,
    I'll make her carry her head so nigh
    To its sable face, she shall reach and drink
    At the fiery stream from its awful eye.

    'In truth and soberness now I aim,
    Though none before may have aimed so far,
    To lead the electric wildfire tame
    Out of the clouds, to fill my jar!

    'I'll bring a debt on the world, and such
    As the richest and greatest ne'er can pay,
    Till they for posterity do as much
    As, flying my kite, I do to-day!'

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